One Day Children Will Soar Free and Alone in God's Wind - A Tribute to Parents
At the very beginning of my motherhood journey my days were filled with figuring out the whole baby business from dealing with diaper rash to adjusting to a better feeding schedule and how to survive the greatest mystery of a baby’s life “the baby colic”. In my foggy brain stage, caused from lack of sleep, checklists and good humor seemed to hold our life together. In the midst of my “Sticky Fingers and Laundry Mountain life” our neighbor handed me a cute little poem called “Children are Like Kites.”
My heart immediately connected with the imagery and the words. They impacted me deeply and implanted a nugget of truth that guided me to one of my most important prayers. I began to ask for the strength and peace to let our children fly and soar like eagles in God’s wind and to have the wisdom to prepare them for turbulence and storms. This was the beginning of surrendering my children completely to God.
Early on I knew deep in my heart that my most challenging time as a mother would be the moment I let go of their strings and allow them to fly towards their calling and destiny.
Children are like kites
You spend a lifetime trying to get them off the ground.
You run with them until you’re 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’ll fly.
Flying a kite brings back sweet childhood memories. I particularly remember 3rd grade when our elementary teacher announced that we would learn how to build our own kites and have a kite competition.
Naturally, we girls geared our focus towards the decorative aspect of the kite and paid attention to things like having matching colored bows while the boys dreamed about building the strongest and fastest kite ever.
The big “Fly Your Own Kite Day” arrived and we all learned valuable lessons. Each one of us presented our kites proudly to the judges. To us they represented the most amazing piece of art. We had each invested all of our creativity and ingenuity at the time knowing every tiny detail of the design, and the strengths and weaknesses of our kites.
We quickly realized that the material and time invested during construction as well as our daily flying practice formed a strong bond between the kite and the kite flying team. We learned how to work together, and to take turns. We also learned that flying a kite involves many crashes and understanding the right weather conditions until the kite finally takes off from the ground.
As a 9-year-old girl I didn’t realize that one day I would look back at my kite project and use many of these valuable life lessons as a parent.
they are airborne.
They need more string and you
keep letting it out.
Like all parents, Pete and I experienced many different “Fly your Own Kite Day” moments with our children. We definitely ran breathless next to each other from time to time to move towards another goal or accomplishment. We encouraged them to say their first words or take the first steps. We dropped them off at their first summer camps and counted the hours until we could pick them up again.
The past three years have been a whirlwind of changes and adjustments for our family. We celebrated high school graduations, Associate degrees, a bachelor degree, the start of a figure skate career and a wedding.
Our kites are flying high in the air now, the lines are partially or totally snapped and we are filled with gratitude knowing that our relational lines will always bring us back together again.
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 as it is meant to soar,
free and alone.
Flying a kite with our daughter Dominique is a very different journey and we might never see her soaring high in the sky like our sons. Over time her lifeline might get longer but it will always be attached to ours. Some of her storms won’t allow any airtime at all. There is also a sadness that goes with joy. We have a sadness that she won’t be able to experience to soar free and alone and a joy that we are privileged to watch and assist her in the the short and precious moments of being airborne.
“But with each twist of the ball of twine,
there is a sadness that goes with joy.”
do you know that you did your job.
When we see them fly in the far distance we are filled with peace and joy because from now on they soar in God’s wind high above the clouds attached to His protective and providing lifeline.
Did you know that God offers us an invisible lifeline?
Is it difficult for you to surrender your children to God?
Do you struggle to accept that your child has a different flight schedule or might never be able to experience the freedom to fly independently?