KITES
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.... they hit the rooftop... you patch and comfort ,adjust and teach.
You watch them lifted by the wind and assure them that they can 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 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 together and will soar,free and alone. Only then do you
know that you did your job well.-Erma Bombeck
