Kites (12/22/09)

I see children as 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...
You patch and comfort, adjust and teach...
You watch them lifted by the wind, and assure them 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 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!

Only then do you know you did your job!