Today’s story features the same little girl from last week’s story. You remember her, right?
Well, she was the one who wanted to fly a kite and wanted to know how she’d know when she was loved. Does that sound familiar? No?
Well, it’s on the Internet. You can look it up.
Anyway, this same little girl got up one morning and, once again, she had two things that she wanted to do with her day.
The first one was that she wanted to spend time playing with her neighbor, a boy just a little younger than she was, and a good friend.
The second thing was that she wanted to know how she’d know when she was being loving to someone else. You really have to admit that she liked to ask the Big Questions.
Since she knew it was a Big Question, too, she decided to start with the easier one, so off she went to her friend’s house and knocked on the door. He was perfectly willing to play with her that day, which meant she’d already accomplished one of her goals.
In fact, he wanted to fly his brand new kite, which was even better, because now she knew how to get a kite in the air, since she had been in last week’s story.
And it was nice and windy that day.
So they carried the package with his new kite to a nice open space, and she set out to get it unpacked. She’d done this in the last story, so she knew how it went. She laid out all the pieces, and got the spars together, and got the fabric tight over everything. She attached the tail, and fastened the string to the kite with a good strong knot. Everything was ready to go.
She handed him the assembled kite and told him to stand off a few feet, and when she started running, to toss the kite into the air. Sure enough, when she took off, the kite leaped into the air like it was meant to fly (which, of course, it was) and danced higher and higher into the sky.
He came over and reached for the string, but she said, “No, no, let me show you how to do it,” and that’s when he burst into tears and ran home.
Leaving her all alone in the open field with his kite in the air.
Well, she brought it down to the ground, and wound up the string, and walked it back to his house. She could still hear the crying from outside, so she left the kite on the porch, and went to find her Grandfather.
She cried a few tears of her own as she told him the story.
“Just to make sure I understand,” said Grandfather when she was through, “Did he ask you to put his kite together?”
Well, no, he hadn’t.
“Did he ask you to show him how to fly it?”
No, he hadn’t done that either.
“Did you ask him at all what he needed from you, or what he wanted you to do?”
“When you do the things that people really want or really need,” Grandfather told her gently, “that’s how they know you’re being really loving. So the only way for you to know whether you’re being truly loving is to ask.”
She went back to her friend’s house, and this time she knocked on the door. When he came to see her (it must be said that his mother had to tell him to do it), she apologized for doing everything he wanted to do with his kite, and humbly asked, “What do you want to do?”
“I’d like to fly the kite with my own hand on the string,” he said, somewhat cautiously, because he wasn’t sure what she’d say.
“Then let’s do that. I’ll hold the kite while you run and get it into the air,” she said, and that’s just what they did.
The next day, there was wind again, so they both brought their kites, and soon there were two of them aloft. As they watched the two kites dance in the sky, both of them knew this:
They’d been loving to each other.