A few weeks ago, Boo and I tried flying a kite. I say tried, because it never really ‘took off’. Oh, we got it up in the air all right, but it didn’t stay up there like I remember it doing when I was a little girl. What I remember is that someone would hold the kite itself and when the string was taut, I’d start running, the kite would catch with the wind and I’d fly my kite for a while. This was not the case with Boo…
I took the kite (that I have hauled up to my mom and dad’s for two years now), hoping that one day would be windy enought so that Boo and I could fly it. It is absolutely adorable (if you’re into adorable things). It is a ladybug and the tail, instead of old, torn and tattered sheet strips, is adorned with ladybugs all the way up (or down – depending on your perspective).
Anyhow, flying a kite with Boo was challenging…
We looked out the window one day and saw the wind was blowing pretty good – pretty good kite weather. We put our shoes on, went outside and began to assemble the kite. Not too difficult. I’m fairly certain my son, Boo’s daddy, told me that they had gone kite flying at least once. So naturally I assumed (one of my not-so special traits) that Boo would know what to do. Not so.
I told her to take the string and once the kite was in the air, I’d help her let more of the string out. The wind picked up and blew, the leaves on the tree branches dancing like a wet dog shaking off his bath water. I threw the kite into the moving air and Clara took off -running full speed ahead. The more I yelled to stop, the more she ran. I wasn’t sure if we were dealing with a hearing problem or a listening problem, (if you know what I mean).
Clara ran. And ran. And ran. Even when the kite had already hit the ground, she ran and ran and pulled the kite behind her. By the time I caught up with her, she was out of breath and laying sprawled out on the grass. I joined her. After a few minutes we got up and tried again, only this time I told her I’d take the string and when ready, she would throw the kite up and when in the air (where I was hoping it would stay in the air), I’d hand it over to her charge. So, we repeated the whole scene over again, except that I played Boo’s part and she, mine.
Boo had a hard time with the concept of letting go of the kite, but once she got the idea, I started running and got the kite up in the air, finding that the windy day was a ‘gusty’ day. Not blustery. Not breezy. Not ‘blowy’ like we had envisioned but just plain gusty. Long spurts of strong air, knowing when to pull the plug on the seeming wind-battering day. In other words, the wind kept coming and going and the going is what was getting to me.
Boo and I would get the kite into the air and it would seem to desire to stay up there, amongst the birds and the clouds (at least we desired it to), but as soon as it looked like it was up and ready to soar through the heavens, it seemed God just shut off the wind. Poof – just like that.
So, due to the lack of steady wind, I ended up doing what Boo did and I ran. And I ran and I ran and I ran until I reached the end of the road and then I fell on the grass, thankful the driveway had an end.
Now at this point, after watching (and laughing at) this repetitive scene over and over, here came my mom. She was certain she’d be able to help us get that bug flying in the air. Holding Boo’s coat and a coffee cup in the same hand and with the kite with the long tail in the other, she was now the designated ‘kite-thrower-upper’. When it came time to let go, I ran and ran and ran some more. Boo was right next to me and trying as hard as we could but we just couldn’t get it to stay up and ended in the same position as so many times before – sprawled out on the grass, trying to catch our breath, thankful the road had an end. My mom, however, had the sense to not run. This probably was due to the fact that she stood back and learned from our experience so as to not make the same mistake herself and end up lying on the grass with us.
Kite day reminds me of how often I try to fix things myself. I want things done now. I want things taken care of now. I want solutions to my problems to come now so I don’t have to constantly think about them (not that I have to… I think I’ve read somewhere that it’s a ‘choice’.). I can be just like Violet Beauregard, the spoiled little girl in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. She sees whats she wants and immediately lets her father know with the famous quote, “I want it now, daddy!” Well, I wanted that kite to fly now, and like so many other things in my life – I want the solution(s) now.
When I go to fly the ‘kites’ in my life, it seems as if it’s the right time to do it and yet, the wind subsides and I hear God whisper, “Wait. Not yet.” Wait? Just wait? Often I don’t. Often I try flying my kites anyhow. By myself. After all, the wind seems strong enough to hold up a silly ladybug kite, right? But then… it stops and I find myself repeating the process again. And again. Yet, I get up and keep running because sometimes I convince myself that if I only run faster or if I only run harder, my ‘life-kites’ will fly. However, like Boo and I running down the length of my parents’ driveway over and over and over again, only to end up on the grass and out of breath, we can exert all the energy we want and that ladybug kite still won’t fly without the wind behind it (or, depending on your perspective – in front of it).
We won’t fly or soar to the potential God sees in us if we are not patient and waiting for him to turn on the kite-flying wind. Should we try to fix things on our own, we will only serve to frustrate not only ourselves, but others. We will be out of breath, tired, frustrated and ready to quit. However, if we wait for God’s timing, getting our kites up in the air is a relaxing activity – we find restoration and renewal. That just seems so much better than tiring ourselves out, trying to fix everything in and about ourselves, only to end up sprawled out on the grass, out of breath on the grass, thankful for the end of a rocky road.
I wish I could tell you we got that kite up and it stayed up until we decided to bring it down, but we never did. Oh – but we tried. We spent portions of two other days when the wind seemed amiable, to no avail. We decided it just wasn’t going to happen. I told Boo we will just keep waiting for the wind. Someday it will come. In God’s timing.
Journeying with you ~