I’ve just found out that college son is coming home next weekend. I love that I’ll see him for Valentine’s Day. I know it’s a day marketed to sweethearts, but nothing fills my heart like having both of my children together. To know that kites return to the source.
Quote for the Day:
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… 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.
Only then do you know that you did your job.
—–Erma Bombeck (February 21, 1927 – April 22, 1996) Erma Bombeck was a gem of a writer. I’ve had this piece for so long that I don’t recall where I got it. I’ve read this numerous times as my teenager tested limits and sprouted wings.