Yesterday I shared with you the fun my older boys had learning the art of kite flying with their grandfather. They had the opportunity to spend more time with my dad before he became less mobile, so they became the kite fliers in the family (well, except for my husband but that's another day's story!). My younger two weren't left out, however, as their elementary classrooms received visits from their grandfather and demonstrations on how to build and fly your own kite. Here's a newspaper clipping from a classroom visit my dad made to DeSmet High School (home of Laura Ingalls Wilder.)
My younger two children had a talent show one year that was 'kite' themed, so we offered our large family kite as wall decor, as you can see in the next two pictures. The first shows my daughter (far right with the bun) and two of her friends doing a tap dance routine, with the kite background. The kites are nice, but I really put this one in because my daughter is just so darned cute!
I'll leave you today with a great little saying from Erma Bombeck. I had this framed and on my bedroom dresser for years. "There is a sadness that goes with the joy"...isn't that just so true? You turn your back for a second and your sweet baby is soaring, no longer tied to you. But our children were born to fly, and oh, the image they make in the sky is unforgettable.
Have a wonderful, kite soaring kind of 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 hit the rooftop...
You patch and comfort, adjust and teach.
You watch them lifted by the wind and assure them that they fly.
Finally they are airborne.
They need more string and you keep letting it out.
But with each twist of the ball of twine,
There is a sadness that goes with the joy.
The kite becomes more distant, and you know it won't be long
Before that beautiful creature will snap the lifeline that binds
You together and will soar as it is meant to soar,
Only then do you know that you did your job well.