THROUGH THE EYES OF CHILDREN

by BCBP Editor


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.

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jose j coruna March 10, 2012 - 3:10 pm

Wow!Its beyond words to describe how beautiful this write up is. It can only come from a pretty and intelligent writer. It sends shivers up my spine as i was reading it,bringing back beautiful memories of the past and the song of “Frankie, the voice S.” and i sing it-” As i approached the prime of my life, I find i had the time of my life. Learning to enjoy at my leisure, all those simple pleasures and so i happily concede; this is all i ask, this is all i need. ” Beautiful girl, walk a little slower when you walk by me.Lingering sunset, stay a little longer with the lonely sea…Children everywhere, when you shoot at bad men, shoot at me…Take me to that strange enchanted land; Grown ups seldom understand…(and i could go on singing as i sing it now).Thank you again for me back to reality.

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