A Season to be Tethered...

I have recently come to the full realization that I am tethered. I am and will forever be tethered. Not in a restricting or daunting way, but in the simplest sense my heart is tethered to my child.

I think I should make the correction now and state that the title of this post is inaccurate. This is not a season but a lifelong commitment - "Forever Tethered".

A small part of my heart and soul is now asleep in the other room as I write and contemplate what this means. Over the last few months the analogy of a boat tethered to shore has made a recurrence in my mind. There are times that the rope is short and I have been yearning to have it let out just a little. And here we are at almost 7 months and we are drifting as we should, ebb and flowing with the waves of new parenthood. This will be a long long process of gradually releasing this rope as Reid gains more independence. I want him to be bold in this world, navigate the waters and course set before him. And still, my heart will be tethered, there is no end to this rope that binds us. Waters may become choppy but he will know that with the slightest tug I will be waiting for him on shore.