Growing up Mom always kept a card on the refrigerator that had this on it. I can still see it, written in her handwriting! I didn't really understand it then, but I think I'm beginning to now. Feeling the tug of those kite-strings...off to make a lunch fit for a king!
CHILDREN ARE LIKE KITES. You spend a lifetime trying to get them off the ground. You run with them until you're both breathless - they crash - you add a longer tail - they hit the rooftop, you pluck them out of the spout - you patch and comfort, adjust and teach. You watch them lifted by the wind and assure them that someday they'll fly! Finally, they are airborne, but they need more string and you keep letting it out and, with each twist of the ball of twine, there is a sadness that goes with the joy because the kite becomes more distant and somehow you know that it won't be long before that beautiful creature will snap the lifeline that bound you together and soar as it was meant to soar - free and alone.
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