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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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