Little Girls

Between my own girls, the Brownie troop I co-lead, and the students at the all-girls school where I teach, sometimes I feel like belting out a chorus or two of Little Girls. Though Miss Hannigan and I don’t have much else in common, I’m certainly not dripping in diamonds or pearls.

I also saw this recently in the newest post from one of the funniest bloggers ever, Hyperbole and a Half, and it felt just like my life too, what I see everywhere I turn:

They want snacks, they need help with homework, they want to know what’s for dinner, they want to know why they aren’t getting an A, they don’t want to go to bed or eat their vegetables or quiet down to listen for directions. They can’t find their backpack or their homework or their permission slip, did I hear what she said to her? Did I? They dole out hugs and kisses and smiles, they sing in the hallways, they hug each other and braid each other’s hair and sometimes they will just break your heart.

Lucky me, lucky me, look at what I’m swimming in…..little girls!