i've become quite addicted to a tv show called "army wives"
it's a show about some women who are army wives.
but it's a show that reminds me what it means to be a family.
it's great in that way.
tonight there was an episode about a mother who has an only son who has chosen to go into the army.
the part that got me was this...
....there was a scene where she touched and held is hand.
while jason and i hold hands a lot it's not the same as me thinking about the physical bond i have with cashel.
he touches me.
he touches me freckle.
he is intimately attached to my freckle.
ever since he was a baby he has been so connected to me.
he used to reach his his hand inside my shirt.
i know it was a very innocent thing for him to do.
in the last year and a half or so we've been having the conversation about it being inappropriate for him to do so.
so...
tonight....
she and her son were talking on either side of a chain linked fence. at one point she put her hand up on the fence and so did he and they had a moment where words just wouldn't do it in the same way that touch did.
i have a feeling that as cashel gets older him holding my hand will become less important to him...
...but it won't to me.
