My kids see flowers for Mom and blow lovely white fluff to make a wish on.
When I look at an old drunk and he smiles at me, I see a beggar who probably wants money and so 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 have no rhythm, so I keep my mouth shut, sit and listen.
My kids feel the beat and dance. They sing out the words -- and if they don't know them, they make up their own.
When I feel wind on my face, It messes up my hair and pushes me back when I walk against it, and so I brace myself. .
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!! Thank you 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 see muddy shoes and clothes and dirty carpets. I step around it.
My kids sit in it, Play in it. They see dams to build, rivers to cross, and worms to play with.
Are we given kids to teach or to learn from?
Is it any wonder God loves his little children?"