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
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?
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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