Labour

After 12 hours of labour the baby was born. The nurse held the newborn in her arms for a second before it floated quickly to the ceiling of the delivery room. The mother screamed and began to tug helplessly at the unusually long umbilical chord, fast becoming as tight as a finely tuned guitar string. Oh dear, said the nurse, gravity has chosen to ignore your baby.
Pardon me? Well, well, just what am I supposed to do? Asked the mother.
There are two options, we can cut the umbilical chord now and your baby will be free to float away out of your life forever, or we choose not to cut the chord and you remain attached to your baby. You will be the spaceship to your astronaut, the anchor to your ship, the kite flyer to your kite.
The nurse didn’t cut the chord, the baby went home with the mother. Over the years the baby grew and the chord became tighter and tighter. Until one day her feet did leave the ground and mother and child floated into space