Mosaic Monday...

It's a beautiful Monday for a mosaic here in central MN. Why? you may ask...because we got some much needed rain after our 3rd driest May on record. The garden is beautiful with the raindrops and I am happy because I won't be dragging hoses around for a few days. A look outside and the driveway is scattered with mud puddles and that always...
makes me think of this poem.
Once the rain stopped this morning, I had the idea to go out and compose a photo with a mud puddle and some dandelions. Of course, as in everything I do these days I had extra help...Hershey thought the photo needed one of her toys.
The poem on the photo...

Big Mud Puddles and Sunny Yellow Dandelions
(author unknown)

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.

Though I no longer have little kids, I still love this poem...I used to enclose it in baby cards to remind parents that yes, even though it may not seem like it in those first few sleep lacking months...your kids will grow up too quickly and hearing them talk and tell stories of their childhood you will look back and remember all those fun little things and suddenly realize they really were big things.

I'm enjoying Mosaic Mondays hosted by Mary at the Little Red House. Thank you Mary for such a wonderful themed event - it's makes Monday's a lot more fun for me and I'm sure the rest of those joining in.