Go Fly a Kite Part 2

Timmy was so excited. His Mamaw was picking him up from school and they were heading straight for Walmart. He was finally going to get a kite. When you're a child, there are few things as fascinating as a kite. How does it get so high? What keeps it up there? Look at the colors and now a days they even have kites that have kids main characters from their favorite shows.

To say he was excited for the bell to ring would be the understatement of the century or at least would tie for it.

"Somebody is excited," Mrs. Olson, Timmy's teacher said.

"Mamaw is picking me up and I'm going to get a new kite," Timmy blurted out without her really even asking.

"That is exciting! She must love you very much."

Timmy just smiled from ear-to-ear, but that smile paled in comparison to the smile that was on his face as he climbed into Mamaw's Honda.

"Are we going? Are we going?"

"Well, hey to you too," Mamaw said.

"Yes, we're going. Are you excited?"

"Like this much," Timmy said, as he stretched his arms super-far apart.

"Whoa. Are you sure you're THAT excited," she said.

"Mamaw, you have no clue," Timmy said with his eyes glued to Max and Ruby as he sung along.

When they walked into the store the boy, spurred on by unbridled excitement, ran ahead of his Grandmother to the toy section where he was met with a surprisingly big selection of kites. There was Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle ones, Transformers, G.I. Joe, SpongeBob Square Pants, Lebron James, Duck Dynasty, Charlotte Bobcats and Carolina Panthers and even girl kites . . . Barbie, Doc McStuffins, Dora and the like, but there was one that, when his eyes first laid on it, Tommy just had to have.

"Look Mamaw, it's an eagle," he said as he jumped up and down.

"Can we get it, can we get it," Timmy, who was usually pretty even-keeled, said.

"Iiiiiiiii donnnn't knoooooow," his Mamaw playfully delayed as she drug out her words.

"Of course we can."

"Woo hoo," Timmy shouted, as he gave a fist pump and proceeded to do a happy dance . . . so much for even-keeled.

After his Mamaw added a few items to the buggy, they made their way to the front to check out and just when Timmy thought he was finally going to get his kite he heard his Mamaw.

"Why don't you go in front of us since you only have a couple of things," she said to the unsuspecting, yet equally grateful, black woman, who had her daughter about Timmy's age.

"Uh, Mamaw," Timmy tried to protest. This was certainly one time he didn't appreciate his Mamaw's big heart.

Mamaw cut her eyes at him in a similar fashion as his Mom and he knew to be quiet.

"Sorry Mamaw, I just can't wait to get home!"

As they checked out Timmy watched his Grandmother hand an extra 10-dollar bill to the cashier as she asked the young girl to give it to the person behind me . . . "Just want to make their day. Tell them Jesus loves them," she said as she gave her 'Pay it Forward' directions.

They made their way to the parking lot and soon as the cold air smacked them in the face Timmy's enthusiasm bubbled over.

"Let's skip Mamaw," he suggested.

She just smiled. Although she had several bags to carry, while her left hand held Timmy's, she knew it was one of 'those moments' . . . you know the type many miss out on because it's not convenient, but the type that makes you feel truly alive.

So off they skipped. With it being after school, the parking lot was pretty full, so they had to park 10 rows away. That was just fine with Timmy.

"You're the best Mamaw," he said, reaching his arms up to hug her as she buckled him into his booster seat.

"I love you so much. You're a special boy," she said as she kissed his forehead.

"The best Mamaw eveeeeeeer!"

She put the key in the ignition, turned on his DVD player, cranked the car and checked the mirror before she pulled off.

"So where are we going," she asked.

"Do you want to show Papaw your new kite or do you want to go home?"

"I think your Daddy is home if I'm not mistaken."

"Oooo-oooooo, home home," Timmy blurted out.

"Home it is."

And off they went.