Steve Hanks painting
Big 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 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.
I wish the world 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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