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When I look at a patch of dandelions, I see a bunch of weeds that are going to take over my garden.
Kids see flowers for Mom and blowing white fluff you can wish on.
When I look at an old, desolate man and he smiles at me, I see a smelly, dirty person who wants money and I look away.
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.
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.
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, “please give me that”.
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 Mum and Dad.”
When I see a mud puddle, I step around it. I see muddy shoes and dirty carpets.
Kids step in it. They see dams to build, rivers to cross and water to play with.
I wonder, are we given children to teach or to learn from?
Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may look back and see they were the big things.
Happy mud puddles and dandelions!
