Getting Some Air

For those that know Mck, you will know that the idea of losing something is as nerve wracking as the idea of throwing something out. She is always convinced that her stuff will blow away or roll away or accidentially be thrown away. She thinks every balloon might blow away and anything she takes into the bath needs to be larger than the drain lest it go down with the water when its emptying.

A year or so ago I took mck out to fly a kite. She liked the idea of it. Liked to watch other people do it. But when it came time to go and make it happen, she panicked. She was convinced that our kite would fly away and she would lose it.

So taking her kite flying today, I wasn't sure how she'd fare, whether I'd be doing all of the work, if she'd panic and stress as it went higher, if she'd be able to relax and give it a whirl.

Turns out she was ready. While there was some mild panic about "hurting the earth" if our garbage from the packaging were to blow away unbeknownst to us, there was no panic about losing a kite to the sky. The wind wasn't fully cooperating and she felt the need to run like a mad woman to keep it up there but I gotta say, handing over the line to an anxious and excited little girl was pretty super awesome.

Walking back to the jeep, her hair full of sweat and cheeks all rosy, we decided that we liked wind and we hoped we would see even more of it tomorrow. For all of the times I have cursed the wind as I tried to ride into it or paddle against it, it was nice to find a way to welcome one of the most beautiful sounds mother nature makes.