When I look at an old drunk and he smiles at me, I see
smelly, dirty person who probably wants money and I look away. My kids see
someone smiling at them and they smile back.
When I hear music I love, I know I can’t carry a tune and
don't have much rhythm so I sit self-consciously and listen. My kids feel the
beat and move to it. They sing out the words. If they don't know them, they
make up their own.
When I feel wind on my face, I brace myself against it. I
feel it messing up my hair and pulling me back when I walk. My kids close their
eyes, spread their arms and fly with it, until they fall to the ground
laughing.
When I pray, I say thee and thou and grant me this, give me
that. My kids say, "Hi God! Thanks for my toys and my friends. Please keep
the bad dreams away tonight. Sorry, I don't want to go to Heaven yet. I would
miss my Mommy and Daddy."
When I see a mud puddle I step around it. I see muddy shoes
and dirty carpets. My kids sit in it. They see dams to build, rivers to cross
and worms to play with. I wonder if we are given kids to teach or to learn
from.
Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may I look
back and realize they were the big things. I wish you BIG MUD PUDDLES &
SUNNY YELLOW DANDELIONS
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