Kids
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 the world 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."
Author Unknown
Categories: daily-thoughts perspective attitude children living
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 the world 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."
Author Unknown
 | Praying with the Psalms |
Categories: daily-thoughts perspective attitude children living
posted by Danny Sutanto @ 5:46 AM
Send to a friend!
1 Comments:
At 8/04/2006 8:09 PM,
Anonymous said…
Amen !
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