When the boys were younger, they had plastic toy bows and arrows. I remember playing with the boys, and shooting arrows with them.
I draw back the arrow, the bow bends — and I’m worried that I’m going to break the plastic bow if I pull too hard. The string is taut and tense and for a moment before I release the arrow.
I’m living in that moment now, feeling the pulling tension between the bow and string.
We’re on the verge of great action, energy, loosening, flying, soaring, aiming towards a goal. . . Pulling back and taking aim. Drawing firmly, but not too hard with this plastic toy bow. The bow is stressed.
In this analogy, it only seems proper that the young adults are the arrows getting ready to soar.
But where does that leave me? Am I the bow? The string? The archer? I’m not sure.
Things are taut. There is tension. Everyone in our family feels it. We are all living through this time of stretching and expectation.
I want to be in this together. Connected. Not working at odds with one another, but pulling together. Aimed at the same target. On the same team.
We’re working on that.
Being connected, while preparing to release.