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!!!

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