If you asked my mother, she’d say the one thing I have been since I was old enough to read is a planner and an organizer. When she asked me to clean up the videos, they would be arranged in alphabetical order and my clothes were organized by color code. Even as a little girl, I had the next 15 years of my life all figured out… Unfortunately, some family friends gave us a copy of Back to Basics—which I poured over. I knew how I wanted to build my house, what I was looking for in a man, how many kids I wanted, including possible names, what was going to be in my garden, and how many animals I wanted, where they were all going to fit in my barn, which fruit trees I was planting—and I had a 10 year plan…of course, 10 years starting after graduating from high school, college, and grad school.
Well, I’m well in the swing of planning again and this time I have Dan in the midst of it all with me. We just finished outlining—to scale!—our house that we want to build and have our handiwork hanging up on the wall. We’ve discussed animals and farms and plants and how’s and when’s ad nauseum. Thankfully for my sanity (and my grades!) he gets burned out after an hour or two and needs a break for a week. I could go on for several days. Unfortunately, this often keeps my brain in a constant twirl, thinking of a new option, trying to remember something I was going to look up. And now that I’m getting to about half way through grad school, I am trying to figure out where to look for jobs and where will be the best place for Dan and I to call home—Tennessee, Kentucky, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Texas…somewhere else I haven’t thought of yet.
And this is where kites and their tails come in…my mom once told me that in my parents’ marriage, my dad is the dreamer and my mom is the practical one, the tail on his kite. For Dan and I, I’m definitely the dreamer and I’m pretty good and being practical, but what I need is someone to pull me out of all the planning and remember to stop and enjoy the ride.