"I see children as kites. You spend a lifetime trying to get them off the ground. You run with them until you're breathless. They crash, they hit the rooftop. You patch and comfort, adjust, and they'll 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 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's meant to soar, free and alone. Only then will you know you have done your job."
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Just a quick quote to think about today.