Mud
Puddles and Dandelions
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, he smiles at me. I see
a 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 now 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," or "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 children to teach or to
learn from? “Enjoy the little things in
life, for one day you may look back and
realize they were the big things.” I
wish you mud puddles and dandelions.
--Author
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