"I see children as kites....
You run with them until you're both breathless....
You watch them lifted by the wind and assure them that someday they'll fly.... 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,
free and alone. Only then
do you know that your job is done."
Excerpts of a Poem called "Kites" by Erma Bombeck
Just beautiful Suzy. You never fail to leave this girl with a smile on her face. (hugs)
ReplyDeletewhat a beautiful and true post. Thanks for sharing this with us. I know the day of cutting the apron strings is much closer than I would like to admit. BTW if you have a second can you pop over and check out my latest post? I desperately need some feedback on my most recent project @ forloveofmyoceans.blogspot.com
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