Children are like kites,
spend your life trying to raise them from the ground.
Run and run with them to stay up all
As two out of breath ...
kites, they end up on the floor ... and you
patches and comfort, adjust and teach.
you see them pop up in the wind and
reassures them that soon they will learn to fly. Finally
are in the air: the
we need more string and you followed to give it.
And every meter of rope
that escapes from your hand to your heart fills with joy and sadness
together.
Day after day the kite away and you feel increasingly
that will not be long before that beautiful creature
break the thread that unites and rises,
as it should be, free and alone. Then only you will know
to have fulfilled your task.
(Erna Bombeck)
spend your life trying to raise them from the ground.
Run and run with them to stay up all
As two out of breath ...
kites, they end up on the floor ... and you
patches and comfort, adjust and teach.
you see them pop up in the wind and
reassures them that soon they will learn to fly. Finally
are in the air: the
we need more string and you followed to give it.
And every meter of rope
that escapes from your hand to your heart fills with joy and sadness
together.
Day after day the kite away and you feel increasingly
that will not be long before that beautiful creature
break the thread that unites and rises,
as it should be, free and alone. Then only you will know
to have fulfilled your task.
(Erna Bombeck)
