We bought the kite for the four-year-old in this picture, in his father's arms* We're right outside Kitty Hawk and all of us are climbing the dune to watch the ("Oh my, it looks just like the very first airplane!") kite take to the air in the same sorts of breezes that aided the real plane 105 years ago in a spot near here. We've been here on the Outer Banks of North Carolina for 4 days and have established a lazy rhythm, somewhat altered by Wednesday's wanderings not only to a "kids day" at a local kite store but also to the very scene of the Wright Brothers' flight.
Our young friend has been beyond excited. The kite store was festooned with models suspended above our heads. The first airplane! A biplane! Jets and propellers and passenger planes and military planes and photos and puzzle boxes with still more. Small children, particularly, it seems, small boys, love airplanes (and dinosaurs) and our young companion is no exception. It's wonderful to to watch him explode with joy at the small pleasure of a store display. And then to cross the highway to the dunes and see his own new possession take to the air. Oh - and to reassure him that the aspiring hang-gliding students one dune beyond will not fly over and tangle themselves in our kite strings.
Nearby is the official Wright Brothers National Memorial; we went there, too. It's remarkable to see, this plain, very effective museum, marking with simple stones the small distances that set off the revolution that enabled us to move from a flight of 120 feet to the landing of a man on the moon in just 66 years. Remarkable too to go with this wonderful, ecstatic 4-year-old and his family and wonder, 66 years from now, what their world will be. How much farther will we have flown and whose ingenuity and inspired curiosity will have taken us there? Perhaps our young friend will lead his own airborne, or space-borne, leap forward. One of the great gifts of sharing days like this with little kids is the reminder of all the possibilities to come, no matter how tough or grim the future may appear. Another, of course, is that it's just plain wonderful to spend time with gifted parents and their spectacular, curious, eager and lively kids.
Tonight we pack up the food and the clothes and the toys and prepare to drive back to Washington in time for a dinner honoring, among others, my husband and me. Both of the wonderful kite-flying families who joined us here are returning early, surrendering part of their precious beach time, in order to be there with us for the event. And our kids are coming - the biggest treat possible. So right now, at 4:30 on a Thursday morning, I'm just sitting in a deserted living room in a North Carolina beach house, counting the blessings of family and friends and every happy memory past, current or still to come -- and wishing, for those children of ours, and our dear friends here, the same pile of wonderful moments we've known and hope to know. Good morning to you, too.
*As always, I won't share his name or anyone's identifiable photo to respect their privacy.
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