Strings

We sat in the cool, itchy grass
which seemed greener last spring
He was tying a string to his kite
Frustrated, he shielded his eyes
from the rising sunlight and asked,
"Why can't I ever do anything right?"
I took him into my arms
and swayed him
to the rythm of a distant car alarm
"You do everything right"
I soothed,
it just takes awhile to figure out
how to do it all.
You don't win or lose."
"But I'm so small!" he complained
 "Yes, aren't we all? 
In this great big world
we often try, we fail, we fall."

But we learn.

He smiled and turned to me,
"Mommy!  It's tied!"
As he ran off to toss
it into the air, I sighed.

Some strings are just worth the time.