My Show-Off

I have two daughters who are extremely shy.

This comes in handy when we’re out in public because anyone who wanted to abduct them would bring them back as fast as humanly possible. But it’s a tad embarassing when they’re dressed in their hunting gear, with unbrushed hair and refuse to speak. Then I feel as though I’ve given birth to something out of Deliverance.

But my third… oh my goodness. The word shy isn’t even in her ever-expanding vocabulary.

Our little church finally had its Christmas program yesterday and Avery Ruth jumped in with both chubby feet – taking off from our pew and setting out on her own.

While one of her sisters perched on Grandma’s lap to avoid being seen, my third pranced and sashayed and generally made herself the center of attention.

I am not, however, wondering where this desire for attention came from. I already know…