Time flies too fast for our own comfort. They were only little sleeping babies then tenderly cradled in our arms. The next time we know, they are crawling, jumping, running and trying the threshold of our patience and wits. Ahh, the joys of parenthood.
When we look at a patch of dandelions, we see a bunch of weeds that are going to take over our yards.
Our kids see flowers for Mom and blowing white fluff you can wish on.
When we look at an old drunk and he smiles at us, we see a smelly, dirty person who probably wants money and we look away.
Our kids see someone smiling at them and they smile back.
When we hear music we love, we know we can't carry a tune and don't have much rhythm so we sit self-consciously and listen.
Our 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 we feel wind on our faces, we brace myself against it. We feel it messing up our hair and pulling us back when we walk.
Our kids close their eyes, spread their arms and fly with it, until they fall to the ground laughing.
When we pray, we say thee and thou and grant me this, give me that.
Our 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 we see a mud puddle we step around it. We see muddy shoes and dirty carpets.
Our kids sit in it. They see dams to build, rivers to cross, and worms to play with.
We wonder if we are given kids to teach or to learn from?
Our kids see flowers for Mom and blowing white fluff you can wish on.
When we look at an old drunk and he smiles at us, we see a smelly, dirty person who probably wants money and we look away.
Our kids see someone smiling at them and they smile back.
When we hear music we love, we know we can't carry a tune and don't have much rhythm so we sit self-consciously and listen.
Our 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 we feel wind on our faces, we brace myself against it. We feel it messing up our hair and pulling us back when we walk.
Our kids close their eyes, spread their arms and fly with it, until they fall to the ground laughing.
When we pray, we say thee and thou and grant me this, give me that.
Our 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 we see a mud puddle we step around it. We see muddy shoes and dirty carpets.
Our kids sit in it. They see dams to build, rivers to cross, and worms to play with.
We wonder if we are given kids to teach or to learn from?
No wonder God loves the little children so much.
Enjoy the little things in life, for one day we may look back and realize they were the big things.
Enjoy the little things in life, for one day we may look back and realize they were the big things.
