Mud Puddles and Sunny Yellow Dandelions


Author Unknown

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.




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.




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 laugh! ing.




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? 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.

I wish you Big Mud Puddles and Sunny Yellow Dandelions!!!