My sister sent me a quote and I'm reminded of what Dad had to say about flying kites. He loved flying kites... or more like... fighting kites. He'd buy the strings, line it with glue mixed with broken glass (from florescent tubes), dry it in the sun... and then when it's ready... to test fighting it with other kite-fighters. The kites are fought so high in the air that the adversaries or opponents never actually see each other because they're very far away from one another.
I remember him saying...
"Bringing up children is like flying a kite... you've got to know when to pull and when to let go."
Sometimes he'll say it in Singlish...
"Bringing up children... like flying kite... you've must know when to (h)ulur and when to tarik."
(note... '(h)ulur' and 'tarik' are Malay words for 'release' and 'pull')
I've learnt that... life and relationships are very much like flying a a kite;
you've got to know... when to hold... when to pull... and when to let go.
~ age 49
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