I'm glad I did, because today was the all-time perfect weather for flying a kite -- gusty breezes of 7-12 mph. The kind of wind that, when you hold a kite aloft, simply picks it up and carries it skyward. Like magic. Our principal brought out a speaker system and suddenly "Let's Go Fly A Kite"( from "Mary Poppins") sang out as children ran around the field doing exactly that.
So I had nothing left to organize, nothing to monitor, nothing to worry about. All I did was wander about the field admiring kites as they played in the air. My heart was happier than it's been in a long time, watching the children racing about as they hauled their dancing assortment of dragons, parrots, frogs and prisms through the sky after them.
I felt suitably vindicated that I chose to wait until we had a suitably windy day for our celebration. If we'd done it on Tuesday as planned, it would have been a frustrating experience.
As it was, on a day when the air was singing with wind, the kites seemed to fill with a life-force of their own as they swooped and sailed. Such a difference from the inanimate jumbles of sticks and plastic that have cluttered my classroom for the past week.