Mud Puddles And Dandelions

Mud Puddles And 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 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.

— Author Unknown

Meditation: Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven. – Matthew 18:3

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Child to Parent

Child to Parent

Child to Parent

Author Unknown

* Don’t spoil me, I know quite well that I ought not to have all I ask for. I am only testing you.

* Don’t be afraid to be firm with me. I prefer it. It makes me feel more secure.

* Don’t let me form bad habits. I have to rely on you to detect them in the early stages.

* Don’t make me feel smaller than I am. It only makes me behave stupidly “big.”

* Don’t correct me in front of people if you can avoid it. I’ll take much more notice if you talk quietly with me in private.

* Don’t protect me from consequences. I need to learn the painful way sometimes.

* Don’t take too much notice of my small ailments. I am quite capable of trading on them.

* Don’t nag. If you do, I shall have to protect myself by appearing deaf.

* Don’t make rash promises. Remember that I feel badly let down when promises are broken.

* Don’t forget that I cannot explain myself as well as I should like. That is why I am not always very accurate.

* Don’t tax my honesty too much. I am easily frightened into telling lies.

* Don’t be inconsistent. That completely confuses me and makes me lose faith in you.

* Don’t put me off when I ask questions. If you do, you will find I will stop asking and seek information elsewhere.

* Don’t tell my fears are silly. They are terribly real, and you can do much to reassure me if you try to understand.

And please…

* Don’t neglect me; I do not want to be a delinquent.

Meditation: Train up a child in the way he should go, And when he is old he will not depart from it. – Proverbs 22:6

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God Make Me A Better Parent

God Make Me A Better Parent

God Make Me A Better Parent

– Author Unknown

Oh, God, make me a better parent.

Help me to understand my children,

to listen patiently to what they have to say

and to answer all their questions kindly.

Keep me from interrupting them,

talking back to them and contradicting them.

Make me as courteous to them

as I would have them be to me.

Give me the courage to confess my sins

against my children and to ask of them forgiveness,

when I know that I have done them wrong.

May I not vainly hurt the feelings of my children.

Forbid that I should laugh at their mistakes or

resort to shame and ridicule as punishment.

Let me not tempt a child to lie and steal.

So guide me hour by hour that I may demonstrate

by all I say and do that honestly produces happiness.

Reduce, I pray, the meanness in me.

May I cease to nag:

and when I am out of sorts,

help me, O Lord, to hold my tongue.

Blind me to the little errors of my children

and help me to see the good things that they do.

Give me a ready word for honest praise.

Help to treat my children as those of their own age,

but let me not exact of them the judgments

and conventions of adults.

Allow me not to rob them of the opportunity

to wait upon themselves,

to think, to choose, and to make decisions.

Forbid that I should ever punish them

for my self-satisfaction.

May I grant them all of their wishes

that are reasonable

and have the courage always to withhold

a privilege that I know will do them harm.

Amen.

Meditation: Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, The fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one’s youth. Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them; they shall not be ashamed, But shall speak with their enemies in the gate. – Psalm 127:3-5

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What T.J. Drew

What T.J. Drew

A weary mother returned from the store,
Lugging groceries through the kitchen door.
Awaiting her arrival was her 8-year-old son,
Anxious to relate what his younger brother had done.

“While I was out playing and Dad was on a call,
T.J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall!
It’s on the new paper you just hung in the den.
I told him you’d be mad at having to do it again.”

She let out a moan and furrowed her brow,
“Where is your little brother right now?”
She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride,
She marched to his closet where he had gone to hide.

She called his full name as she entered his room.
He trembled with fear–he knew that meant doom!
For the next ten minutes, she ranted and raved
About the expensive wallpaper and how she had saved.

Lamenting all the work it would take to repair,
She condemned his actions and total lack of care.
The more she scolded, the madder she got,
Then stomped from his room, totally distraught!

She headed for the den to confirm her fears.
When she saw the wall, her eyes flooded with tears.
The message she read pierced her soul with a dart.
It said, “I love Mommy,” surrounded by a heart.

Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she found it,
With an empty picture frame hung to surround it.
A reminder to her, and indeed to all,
Take time to read the handwriting on the wall.

— Author Unknown

Meditation: “Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven.” – Matthew 18:3

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Reading More and Dusting Less

Reading More and Dusting Less

I’m reading more and dusting less. I’m sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I’m spending more time with my family and friends and less time working. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not to endure. I’m trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.

I’m not ‘saving’ anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, or the first Amaryllis blossom. I wear my good blazer to the market. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries. I’m not saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it for clerks in the hardware store and tellers at the bank. ‘Someday’ and ‘one of these days’ are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it’s worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now.

I’m not sure what others would’ve done had they known they wouldn’t be here for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I think they would have called family members and a few close friends. They might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think they would have gone out for a Chinese dinner or for whatever their favorite food was. I’m guessing; I’ll never know.

It’s those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew my hours were limited. Angry because I hadn’t written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn’t tell my husband and parents often enough how much I truly love them. I’m trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives.

And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift from God.

— Ann Wells

Meditation: And do this, knowing the time, that now it is high time to awake out of sleep; for now our salvation is nearer than when we first believed. – Romans 13:11

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Letter To My Grandchildren

Letter To My Grandchildren

To my beautiful grandchildren…

Our world is changing so fast and there are many things I wish for you…

I’d really like for you to know about hand-me-down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would.

I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.

I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.

And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.

I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.

I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother or sister.

And it’s all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when they want to crawl under the covers with you because they’re scared, I hope you let them.

When you want to see a movie and your little brother or sister wants to tag along, I hope you’ll let them.

I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.

On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don’t ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won’t be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.

If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.

I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.

When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.

I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.

May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.

I don’t care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don’t like it.

And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.

I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your grandparents and go fishing with your uncle.

These are just some of the things that I wish for you – tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it’s the only way to appreciate life.

— Author Unknown

Meditation: I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth. – 3 John 1:4

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