Children are Like Kites

 You spend a lifetime trying to get them off the ground.
You run with them until you are 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
 someday, they will 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 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, free and alone.
Only then do you know that you did your job.

by Erma Bombeck

I held my newborn children wondering what they would be as they grew.  Now, I hug my children and wonder where the time went.  Scraped knees, feverish bodies, and childhood disappointments were always remedied with a hug and kiss.  With pride, I love who my children are.  With sadness, I realize I can no longer dispel  life's heartaches with a simple hug and kiss. 

With hope, anticipation, and physical pain, a child enters the world.  With pride, anticipation, and the pain of letting go, an adult enters life.

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Sincere appreciation for the use of the midi "Beautiful To Me" Sequenced by RedSal