Sunday, March 16, 2008

Go Fly A Kite

Well, that's what I tried to do. I believe it was Thursday, perfect weather for flying a kite, breezy, sunny and warmish for March. I had been working in the yard for a while which consisted of me scooping poop which had been deposited over the last 3 months by the lovely and not so talented Phoebe. Forty-five minutes and a 10lb. bag later I decided that was enough "yard work" so I said to Isaac "hey, let's fly a kite." He responded with "Nooooo mom!"
I thought this was a strange reaction to kite flying but I was not to be deterred because, well, I wanted to fly a kite. This was afterall one of the many (or few?) perks of being a stay-at-home mom. Just having that ability to walk out of your house on a sunny day and fly a kite with your son. I was not to be deterred. We were going to have some kite flying fun damn it. So off to the garage we went to find our little nylon kite that has actually lasted many years. All the while Isaac was telling me not to fly the kite. So I asked him what the big deal was, kite flying was fun afterall. He told me he was afraid the kite would blow away. I assured him that we've had this kite a long time and nothing was going to happen to it. I guess his worries made a little bit of sense in the eyes of a soon-to-be five-year-old but I couldn't understand why this little person would act so dramatically towards kite flying. I was sure I could turn him around and show him the joys of one of my favorite spring pasttimes. I got the kite all ready to go and it popped right up in the air while I was standing in the driveway. I'm having quite a bit of fun as my spirits are lifted as the kite begins to soar. Meanwhile Isaac is standing in the garage yelling at me to stop flying the kite, it's going to fly away. I'm so enjoying how easily the kite goes up and whips around in the wind but never once loses steam. So I'm assuring him from about 20 feet away that kite flying is fun not stressful!! Chill out little man! You need to just relax and be in the moment! Quit stressing! Your five for cryin' out loud. As the kite ascends a little farther with what little bit of string I have Isaac is still insisting that it will soar into the distance never to be seen again if I don't stop letting the string out. So I get almost to the end of the string and I say "Isaac, it's fine, this is fun for crying out loud, nothing bad is going to happen." Just as soon as I speak the words I have gotten to the end of the string and sure enough it was never tied to the spool. And all I can say as the string practically leaps from the spool in it's great escape "oops, hey, you were right!" And there goes our kite. Soaring up and away and then over a tree, it hovers over the neighbors house and then down in their bushes. Ok, so maybe I should have listened to my little prophet of kite flying.
Luckily the kite was easily retrievable and I quickly rolled the string back up and folded the kite up and stuck it back in the garage where it belongs. Turns out it was a better day for riding bikes anyway.

3 comments:

Tim Johnson said...

kite flying can be very scary stuff...I suppose I am the reason for his fears. The day we were flying a kite, the string snapped and it flew into the next neighborhood...ooops...

Michelle said...

And you didn't tie the string back on the spool because....?

Tim Johnson said...

The sting is never tied to those cheap kites spools...you have just never been to the end of the string before like I have in my risky childhood days...