Children are like kites. You spend a lifetime trying to get them off the ground. You run with them untill youre both breathless~ they crash~ you add a longer tail~ they hit the rooftop~ you pluck them out of the of the trees~ 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 little by little 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 wont be long before that beautiful creature will no longer need the lifeline that bound you together. It will be ready to saor on its own as it was meant to soar~ Free and independent .
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This is a poem on a plaque that Lynn had hanging in the hall as long as Ive been with Jason. Its a wooden plaque that lynn made and painted in the shape of a kite and it has a long ribbion hanging from it. She had it in the hall and the robbion would blow with the aircondition. So neat I thought. Ive always loved the saying and have kept it. Its so true. And I thought it was the perfect poem to go along with how I was feeling.
For so long the boys have wanted to walk to school but I never have let them. I know we live soooooo close but I just cant see them the whole way and ive always been the mom that drops them off at the door and wont leave till they are safe within the schools doors. BUT Jordan turned 9 which is I guess to him such the big boy. So we are letting him have a little more responsibility. He walk with Haden to school now. I stay on the balcony and watch them for as long as I can see them and then he calls me when he gets to the schools grass yard. Then I know they are safe and they get the sense of independence. So far it has been working out great.
In the alley right behind the house...
On their way down the alley...
Across the street :(
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