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hi team this is something about children

i loved it

marty

Big Mud Puddles and Sunny Yellow Dandelions

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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.

I wish you Big Mud Puddles and Sunny Yellow Dandelions!!!

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So True, Marty!

Once, I caught Son (he was a toddler) laying on his belly in a mudpuddle, waving his arms and legs. I asked him what he was doing, and he said "I'm Shwimming!!"

And I let the dandelions grow :)

Thanks,

Liz

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where i live we have of rain in the winter

so i bought my son a pair of gumboots

and most imes the gunboots were lying on the porch and he was paddling around

in bare feet

when i

tried to explain to him.the reason i bought the gumboots

my dad said dont growl at him you used to do that when you were that age

and all little children love to paddle in thier bare feet

so i let him be

and when i read this article

it reminded me of my self.

do we try and disaplin out children to much.

eventually i used to go and join my son

and he loved me doing it

tho i was under a lot sufference

to day my son respects me for that

so the moral of the story is if you cant beat them join them.

marty

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