Flying a Kite Isn’t Hard
On Easter Sunday afternoon, my youngest son and I relived a childhood memory or mine. We flew a kite. While attempting to get it off the ground. A fond memory resurfaced.
In the springtime when the wind was high. My Dad used to take my brother, my sister and I to the local Middle School field. The name of the school was E.B.Comstock Middle School.
He would take us to the Skaggs Alpha Beta or Tom Thumb to get a kite. I remembered how colorful the kites were. I remembered how excited we were.
Then it was time to take the field. Upon the multiple attempts we finally got them off the ground.
After a little time and effort. Joshua and I finally got it off the ground. It wasn’t until years later I realized how fun and challenging it is to fly a kite. Here’s a few things I’ve learned while flying a kite.
Flying a kite isn’t hard.
Getting it off the ground is.
Don’t do what everyone else is doing
When everyone else is running trying to get space and altitude. They tried throwing it up. But two things happened
- They got tired
- Their kite didn’t go as high
What we did was wait
We prepared for the right time. We waited for the right moment to let the kite fly itself.
Sometimes we look around and see everyone else:
Running
Always on the go
Always comparing themselves with others
Multitasking
They going places but their kite of life isn’t as high as it can be.
Why?
They were impatient. Sadly some give up, and put their kites down.
To try something else.
To do something else.
To go with the next trend.
In the end it was just my son and I. We were determined not to give up.
After a few minutes of coaching. After a few minutes of winding the line. After a few minutes of trial and error. The wind took our kite. Our kite was finally off the ground. All we needed was a little wind, and a little lift. Sometimes all you need to get your kite off the ground is a little wind, and a little lift.
That wind maybe a song.
Wind might be good friends and family.
Wind maybe the seeking out opportunities
Lift maybe encouragement.
Or even rest
Once the kite got going. I gave Joshua the reigns and I watched. I told him about when my Dad used to go and fly kites in the spring. We enjoyed that moment. I think he took a picture. Like a lot of our youth. They move on. After a while, it was just me enjoying the kite and my memories.
Talk to you later…
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