Finally, they are airborne. They need more string, and you keep letting it out. They tug, and with each twist of the twine, there is sadness that goes with joy. Only then do you know that you have done your job. A renowned feminist teaches us how to follow our dreams .
Children are like kites .
They hit the roof. You patch, comfort and assure them that someday they will fly. A Chinese panacea to cure every sorrow one might have. Share this old-time wisdom from George Washington's cherry tree.