I saw my first dandelion of spring today and remembered being a kid. How strange that seemed to me when I thought about it because I had been a mother for so many years. Maybe it's because I am so much older now that I can allow myself to be a kid again. Then I remembered this poem. So Dear Readers, I wish you
Big Mud Puddles and Sunny Yellow 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 a 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 know them and if they don’t know them, they make up their own.
When I feel wind on my face, I brace myself against it and 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 say thee and thou and grant me this and 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 stomp their clean shoes 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 little children best!
Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may look back and realize they were actually the big things.
I wish you Big Mud Puddles and Sunny Yellow Dandelions!