A thought for Mother’s Day:
Children Are Like Kites – Erma Bombeck
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 them.
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 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 two together
and will soar as it is meant to soar, free and alone.
Only then do you know that you did your job.