When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
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When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my first painting on
the refrigerator, and I
immediately
wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you feed a stray cat, and I
learned that it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make my favorite cake for
me and I learned that the little things can be the special things in
life.
When you thought I wasn't looking I heard you say a prayer, and I knew
there is a God I could
always talk
to and I learned to trust in God.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make a meal and take it to
a friend who was sick, and I learned that we all have to help take care
of
each other.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give of your time and
money
to help people who had nothing and I learned that those who have
something should give to those who don't.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I felt you kiss me good night and I
felt loved and safe.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you take care of our house and
everyone in it and I learned we have to take care of what we are given.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw how you handled your
responsibilities, even when you didn't feel good and I learned that I
would have to be responsible when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come from your eyes and
I
learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you cared and I wanted to
be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I learned most of life's lessons
that
I need to know to be a good and productive person when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at you and wanted to say,
"Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking."
--Pat Wilson
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