Parents

Something in those blue eyes was pulling at me in a way I can never describe. Something in his tiny heart screamed of his innocence. Something in his helpless hands spoke of vulnerability. Something in those precious brown hairs painted beauty. He laughed and it brought tears to my eyes. His innocent, sweet, childish noises created a new space in my heart, all dedicated to him. There would be no other man I loved like him. His tiny hand grabs mine, only fitting around my index finger and I can’t help but give my lips a home on his forehead. I shall always love him. I shall always protect him. He will always be my son and I will always be his mother.

He scared me with his beauty. He frightened me with his innocence. He terrified me with his sweetness. I knew I had to protect all of these things. He was something I could not explain. He was the first man, although tiny, to break my mask. He was the first one to bring out the fear in me. He was the first one that won a kind of love that I cannot explain. I reach for him, ever so gently. He knows who I am and I smile knowing that he is more than special. His gorgeous eyes look up at me and take my breath away. I need not touch him to express my love and compassion. I look down at him as he falls asleep and I feel tears fall from my eyes, breaking my masculine mask. I shall always love him. I shall always protect him. He will always be my son and I will always be his father.