Lucy is my “boy”.
She is the whirling dervish.
The non-stop, always in motion, endless energy Tasmanian Devil of this home.
She cries loud.
She yells loud.
She laughs loud.
She talks loud.
She never, ever, ever sits still.
She has no fear. Of anything. Man, beast or parent.
Her body is covered in mysterious bruises, scuffed knees, and gashes.
She picks up bugs. I’m pretty sure she’s even eaten a snail or two.
She is the child who has begun to give me gray hair…and I’m not sure it’s a phase.
Her unending enthusiasm for life is…exhausting.
She makes me tired.
And exhilarating.
We laugh. A lot a lot a lot.
I pray that God uses her powers for Good. That she takes all of that dynamite packed up inside of her and rocks it for the Kingdom.
It’s always a challenging balance with her to discipline and channel…without breaking her fantastic little spirit.
And yet.
While she is always filthy from head to toe…bleeding from somewhere…doing something she shouldn’t be…and waking up the neighbors with her booming voice…
She is also ridiculously girly.
The princess dress.
Complete with bubble gum pink polyester, tulle, silver swirls and the accessories to boot.
Nothing less than a tiara, gaudy earrings, a wand, and a fancy purse.
There’s really no such thing as overdone.
This is my child who refuses to wear anything but jeans. JEANS. Every. single. day.
For the last 2 months, she has worn nothing but denim. No skirts. No dresses. No shorts.
I fight with her every Sunday morning. The one day of the week that I declare that “I WILL win today Lucy! You are wearing a dress to church!!!!” (Why? I don’t know. On principle I suppose.)
Perhaps they aren’t fancy enough?
Because I want you to know that she has worn this painfully uncomfortable looking get up for the last four days…STRAIGHT.
This atrocity of pink and bedazzle that makes my eyes bleed…even to nap.
Putting pj’s on has been a battle. BATTLE.
She has worn this “outfit” to the grocery store. To Walmart. To Target.
I had to fight with her just to take it off long enough to wash it.
Fight. Tears and general angst were on full display.
No matter how many times I tried to tell her that princesses didn’t throw fits.
She wasn’t buying it. Lucy likes to make her own rules. Oh yes. Yes she does.
Because somehow, this rough and tumble little creature also happens to be the one who loves painted piggies and her favorite color is pink.
She is the Daddy’s girl. The one who insists on giving him sloppy kisses and giant hugs before he leaves for work. She cries for him when she is sick. She adores him. (And he’s pretty smitten too.)
And somehow, this no-fear-bring-it-world-I-dare-you kid is also the one of my children who has the BIGGEST, kindest, most compassionate heart.
She loves babies. She rushes around to find a toy if Jill is ever crying. Tells her twin sister “It’s okay, Diwwy. You okay. I help you.”
She is the one who automatically gets a second cup, lollipop, game, toy, anything…for her sister. Without being asked. Without prodding. She just takes care of her little blonde counterpart. Always. Always. Don’t you dare hand her one piece of candy. Her chubby, dirt under the nails hands will demand a second…for her sister. Not ask. Demand.
She is the child who adores animals. She will be the one to bring me a baby sparrow in a shoebox and make me nurse it back to health with an eye dropper. I just know it.
She is my girl.
The one with more personality in her pinkie finger than most adults I know have in their entire body.
My girl who will come bounding into a room, knocking over no fewer than three vases, a bottle of water, and a lamp…her wild hair a curly, crazed crown…and ask me to paint her toes. Pink. With sparkles.
And she will sit still for a few precious moments. Patiently until they are dry.
But as soon as they are, she will be jumping her bike off the curb. Digging holes to China in the yard. And picking her nose.
All with princess gloves still on.
My girl who makes my heart swoon.
I cannot wait to see who she will become.
It will be fabulous.
I just know it.
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My typical twin sounds a lot like your Lucy. A LOT. (minus the princess stuff – although she did go through a phase). And at 4.5 we still fight over clothes. You’re getting close now – I am too! Am looking forward to meeting your little man (and my littler surprise.)
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Just a beautiful post. I hope she reads this one day and sees the love you have for her. x
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Oh my word. I wanna meet this kid! You know she’s going to love this when she’s older. It will make her laugh… LOUD.
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My youngest daughter (10) is alot like your Lucy. She marches to her own drummer. Way to many stories to tell. Once she flooded the bathroom because she thought taking a bath in the small bathroom sink would be awesome, she was 6 or 7 then. When she was younger she wore some crazy things, I still pick out her clothes for the most part, because well she would go out looking like a hot mess and be ok with it. She stands by the driveway and sings very animately. I love to watch her, as I am sure do the neighbors. Thanks for bringing back some great memories.
Love this! Sounds like my Will, well ,except for the princess dresses. He’s a whole lot of everything. Destined for greatness if he can harness all his spirit and energy in the right direction. I love his spirit and spunk, but it is exhausting – lol!
my 3 year old is Lucy’s kindred spirit. Maelie spends a lot of time in her tutu, fairy wings and tiara with her wand in hand. and rain boots. girl knows how to accessorize. she is my whirling dervish. my bull in the china shop that is my house. my energizer bunny whose off button is broken. and my life would be so quiet without her in it…in a bad way. :)
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I love this post!!! She knows how to LIVE :) You definately need to let her read this when she’s grown up, so great.
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That was beautiful! I can’t wait to see how my daughters grow up and how God plans to use them! Have a great day!
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She is her father in female form. He was my Tasmanian Devil and scared me to death with his fearlessness. Can’t wait to see what she’ll do for the Kingdom.
Love her commitment to the outfit but mostly to those gloves, haha. She sounds like an awesome child and a fun one to just observe.
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I love this post. All the way through it I kept on thinking about my first born child. He is 16 now but he had a loud booming voice since birth. When he was younger he loved animal sounds and the neighbors once told me that they knew the moment we arrived home because they could hear him and his Dinosaur Sounds the minute he hit our driveway. He also has a huge heart, he and I just started racing 5 K’s together and in his first race he totally could have come in first place in his age division but the boy ahead of him kept missing the route signs so my boy stayed behind him since the boy in front was smaller than him and he wanted to make sure he didn’t get lost. WHAT 16 YEAR OLD BOY DOES THAT! mine does, and his big heart makes me proud.
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She sounds so much like my daughter when she was that age. SO MUCH. I think her first sentence was “I do what I want.” But, she always made sure if she got something, she got one for her brothers too. She’s 17 now, and still a spitfire that makes me want to pull out my hair some days and hold her so close she can’t leave the next. Enjoy her! She will run hot/cold probably forever but her soft heart will make it easy to “ignore” the harder side. :)
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Adorable, reminds me of my third!
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What a beautiful tribute to your adorable daughter. I love it, a tough and fearless gal, who also has a big, loving heart. I have one of those too! She’s 16 now and knows who she is and that God has great plans for her. It is so fun to watch them grow and to enjoy who they are. Good for you for embracing, celebrating, enjoying and loving all of her. The picture of her gloves is the best ever, it tells an awesome story!