True Love
Good morning! (or afternoon, or evening, or whenever you happen to be viewing this post). Today I have decided to enter the end of The Summer of Bloggerly Love over at Michelle Simkins blog. The challenge is to write a TRUE story about some kind of love. Since I want this super cute fantasmic pink heart -
I am going to share a story of platonic love (this not really a platonic story, but it's not romance either). The entries need to be e-mailed, but I wanted to share mine with you.
The day I found out about you I felt queasy in my stomach. There were so many questions and no answers. Others had been through this before, and I expected them to know how I felt. They didn't. No one could know how I felt about you.
My head was still spinning the first time we went to the doctor. How was I going to do this? I didn't know if I was ready. Yet, I had made the choice. There was no turning back now.
A salt and pepper image and the thump of your heart. I thought you where beautiful, even then. I didn't feel worthy to have you in my life, and now I could see that you where a living, breathing, thing -- something I helped create.
The more time that passed the more I wanted you with me, not just inside me. I wanted to hold you and smell you and feel your little fingers curl around mine. I wanted to know what you sounded like, even if all you did was cry. I wanted you to know how much I loved you.
The moment you where born you took my breath away. I still remember the first time I held you to my chest. You felt so small and fragile I was afraid, but I knew I was going to do the best I could.
I made a promise to you then, a promise that I would always love you. I want you to know that, becasue it hasn't changed. Not even when you make me so mad I want to curse. I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world.
After all, that's the meaning of motherhood.
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First Sight
First Sight
The day I found out about you I felt queasy in my stomach. There were so many questions and no answers. Others had been through this before, and I expected them to know how I felt. They didn't. No one could know how I felt about you.
My head was still spinning the first time we went to the doctor. How was I going to do this? I didn't know if I was ready. Yet, I had made the choice. There was no turning back now.
A salt and pepper image and the thump of your heart. I thought you where beautiful, even then. I didn't feel worthy to have you in my life, and now I could see that you where a living, breathing, thing -- something I helped create.
The more time that passed the more I wanted you with me, not just inside me. I wanted to hold you and smell you and feel your little fingers curl around mine. I wanted to know what you sounded like, even if all you did was cry. I wanted you to know how much I loved you.
The moment you where born you took my breath away. I still remember the first time I held you to my chest. You felt so small and fragile I was afraid, but I knew I was going to do the best I could.
I made a promise to you then, a promise that I would always love you. I want you to know that, becasue it hasn't changed. Not even when you make me so mad I want to curse. I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world.
After all, that's the meaning of motherhood.
Comments
Btw, I gave you a blog award today on my blog :)
http://writtled.blogspot.com/2011/09/7-x-7-baby.html
As a fellow Campaigner - in your group - I've spotlighted you over on my blog.
http://skateorbate.blogspot.com/2011/09/campgaigner-spotlights-round-two.html
Regards,
http://www.lonelyreload.com (A Growing Teenager Diary) ..
That is a really sweet picture too!