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!!! Please keep the bad dreams away tonight.
I would miss my Mommy and Daddy."
When I see a mud puddle I step around it. I see muddy shoes
and clothes, 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?
Author Unknown
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