Lessons from Littlest

Took a walk Monday afternoon with Littlest, who is not quite two. Wouldn't ya know it? She chooses the rattiest looking daisy to admire while telling me how pretty the flowers are.

in the backyard     c. KB, June 2012

Reminds me of God: He created us, and there's sure some uglies in the bunch -- I'm talking behavior more than appearance -- but taken all together, we're a beautiful sight.

Littlest then tries to pick a daisy, but she doesn't have the strength to do more than pop it's head off if she pulls any harder, so she looks up at me and asks for help. Of course, I choose a nice specimen.

c. KB, June 2012

Again, reminds me of God. He wants only the best for us. Sometimes, though, we're content with the rattiest we can find.

"Best" doesn't always mean shiniest, newest, biggest, costliest. A walk with a child is free. So is time, laughter, patience, companionship, a listening ear. Sometimes, the hardest to do and the most difficult to give is a shut mouth. Do we really need to express every thought in our heads?

c. KB, June 2012

Sometimes, the best thing is a session of sidewalk chalk in the driveway.

"What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight.  Create anyway."

(credited to Mother Teresa)