“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 someday 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 sadness that goes with joy. The kite becomes 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, as it is meant to soar, free and alone. Only then do you know you did your job.”Erma Bombeck