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Big
Mud Puddles and Sunny Yellow Dandelions |
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When
I look at a patch of dandelions, I
see a bunch of weeds that are going
to take over my yard.
My
kids see flowers for Mom and blowing
white fluff you can wish on.
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When
I look at an old drunk and he smiles
at me, I see a smelly, dirty person
who probably wants money and I look
away.
My
kids see someone smiling at them
and they smile back.
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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.
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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.
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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."
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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.
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I
wonder if we are given kids to teach
or to learn from? No wonder God loves
the little children!
Enjoy
the little things in life, for one
day you may look back and realize
they were the big things.
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I
wish you Big Mud Puddles and Sunny
Yellow Dandelions!!!
"Life
is not measured by the number of
breaths we take but by the moments
that take our breath away."
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