Learning to fly


An airplane was flying overhead and I said to Lil’ Sport, “I wonder if they can see us in the pool.”  She pointed out that we weren’t in the pool, we were on the patio playing cards, under a canopy, so no they probably couldn’t.  “All right, all right but what if they could?  Wouldn’t that be cool?”

“I guess”, she said.

I remember the last time I was on a plane looking down at the patchwork of fields wondering about the lives of the people I couldn’t see but knew were down there.  Are they happy? Is someone suffering?  Is this a special day for someone?  Do they know I’m up here?

As a child Chrysanthemum always wanted the ability to fly.  I wonder if she could fly, where would she go?  What would she see?

If it were me I would want another super power to got with it; to shrink – the fly on the wall theory in action.  But do I really want to hear/see the insides of people’s lives?  Not the people I know.  But it would be interesting to float into the lives of strangers.  Not to pry but to understand how and why they do the things they do.  To answer the question, “What were they thinking?”

But maybe that’s not why Chrysanthemum wanted to fly.  Maybe it’s because she never got to feel the wind in her hair while riding her bike (helmets are now required).  Perhaps she was craving the freedom to go where ever she wanted, whenever she wanted (remember those days when mom said, “go play” and out we went unsupervised and unwatched?).  Maybe she wanted to soar, to float, to feel effortless.

Whatever her motivation, what she doesn’t know is she is already flying.  She’s looking at colleges, she’s exploring what makes her unique, what fuels her spirit.  She is imagining herself doing this and doing that.  She’s choosing her path and doing it beautifully.  Chrysanthemum is not only learning to fly, she’s learning to soar.