Mud Puddles and Dandelions

A friend of mine had let me post this wonderful story,
which she had recieved via email, and I hope it will fill
your heart with delightful inspiration and cheer.

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 and he smiles at me,
I see a smelly, dirty person who probably
wants money from me 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 mud puddles and dandelions...