This is the Statt Mann Baby. Time to Scatt a little bit.
It’s amazing how much time we spend ruminating over who will win or lose and why.
Then there’s weekends like the one I just had sitting on a beach bench with a lifelong friend and watching a seven-year-old fly his first kite.
Imagine the kite store and watching him fight anxiety with all that untamed breeze outside. He finally chose the delta kite that looked like a B2 bomber. It flew easily but, still, it was the excitement in the eyes that you don’t see in everything.
You watch kids at a hundred-dollar a seat race and once the oppressive noise is gone the next excitement comes in the concession line. A hot dog here, a soft drink there. Tasteless nachos…
But nothing beats watching the child learn enough to turn to his Mom to try and teach her the nuance of flight; until she drops the string and everyone has to run after the escaping kite.
For a couple hours he forgot about nachos.
Try it sometime. Look into a child’s eyes and see something he or she wants instead of something you wish you had or want again.
Peace.