Big Mud Puddles and Sunny Yellow Dandelionsread
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 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."
Life’s a journey, enjoy the ride.
another truly wonderful entry Ginger, thankyou..I love this one. hugs
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Please keep me a kid at heart. A nice entry and lots to think about.
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I love the way kids see through to the heart!
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It is such a shame dandelions are regarded as weeds. I love taking pictures of them.
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Ryn: We have a motor home which Hubby drives, and we trail our car behind it. I said “yes” to it on 1 condition. That I NOT be expected to drive it!! I don’t like driving a small car, let alone a lg. motorhome! Makes another tax write-off though. On your other subject: I remember well blowing the white fuzz off dandelions, and making wishes. Also made castles in mud as a child. cont.
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Now, you understand why Grandmothers and lil’ kids get along so well; we speak their language! Lol! Lotsa Hugs, Liz
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