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Thursday, December 9, 2010

Head Over Heels

When just the mere mention of his name makes my heart melt and beat a little faster.

When that first recognition of my existence made me feel like I could do anything.

When he reaches for me, it's as though I'm the only person in the world.

When he smiles at me and it is so sweet and tender, it makes me want to cry.

It's a want it, need it, gotta have it feeling that I've never felt before.

It's that kind of love.

Sure, I've loved before; the comfort of my own bed, a perfectly worn in pair of jeans, a Dave Matthews song I've heard a thousand times before that will never lose it's impact on me, the scent of my grandmother's perfume that enveloped me every time I entered her house and my best friend, because she's everything I'm not and can make me laugh like no one else on earth.

But, I've never loved or been loved like this before.

So intensely.

So completely.

So unconditionally.

He is a part of me and no matter what, he always will be.

The love I have for my son's father is deep and passionate and it's because of the love we share that I have this precious child at all, but it's a different kind of love.

There is nothing like the love a mother has for her son.

This is my first attempt at The Red Dress Club's writing meme, Red Writing Hood. This weeks prompt is: Write a short first-person story about your first love, or write a short fiction piece about a character's first love.

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Blogger Natalie said...

Tonya, I love this. I just stumbled it, and I'm putting it on my Saturday favs!

December 9, 2010 at 9:12 PM  
Anonymous Nichole said...

This is so amazingly beautiful.

I didn't want a son. I truly didn't. When the sonographer gave us the news, I wept.

But now? When Matthew nestles into me, when he gazes at me, and pulls me close, I can't fathom one single moment of my life without him. There is something so amazing about the connection that he and I share.

You brought me into your world with this post, Tonya. Thank you.

Truly lovely.

December 9, 2010 at 9:20 PM  
Blogger Cheryl said...

There really is nothing like the love of a little boy. You brought it to life so beautifully.

December 9, 2010 at 9:29 PM  
Blogger Carrie said...

The love a mother has for her child should be perhaps the most intense of all. This was a wonderful post.

Welcome to the Red Writing Hood! I hope you participate again

December 9, 2010 at 9:57 PM  
Anonymous Megan C. said...

So, so true!

December 9, 2010 at 10:26 PM  
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December 9, 2010 at 10:39 PM  
Anonymous Sarah said...

So beautifully written. I love writing workshops; shall have to visit.

December 9, 2010 at 11:34 PM  
Blogger Ratz said...

:-) I can bet on that any time of the day... the love a mother has for her child.

December 10, 2010 at 1:52 AM  
Blogger Cristina said...

as the mother of 2 sons, your words hit it right on the head.

December 10, 2010 at 3:52 AM  
Blogger Kim said...

I agree with everyone else here. There is nothing like the love of our children. Visiting from Red Dress.

December 10, 2010 at 5:39 AM  
Blogger Natalie said...

When I first learned I was to become a mom, all I wanted was a girl. I dreamt of hairbows and pink frills. Life had different plans and gave me two boys first. I loved being a mom to boys so much that with my last pregnancy, I hoped it was another. Once again, life had different plans and I finally got the pink bows and fluff.
Not that I would take anything in the world for my sweet girl, there's a different relationship with a mommy and a son.
And my dear, you nailed it in this post.

December 10, 2010 at 6:17 AM  
Blogger Simoree said...

I love this! I have just my girl, but these words are perfect for either sex. Wonderfully done!

December 10, 2010 at 7:31 AM  
Blogger Overthinking Mama said...

SO precious!! :-)

December 10, 2010 at 7:42 AM  
Blogger Melissa + Tiffany @ Home Grown Families said...

Saw you on the Hop, and I am now following you! Stop by sometime!

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December 10, 2010 at 8:13 AM  
Anonymous BDDJ said...

Wonderful and beautifully written!

Following you from BabyDealsDujour, we list all the baby daily deals in real-time. Love to see you on Facebook and Twitter too.

December 10, 2010 at 10:11 AM  
Blogger (Florida) Girl said...

I really enjoyed this--especially the ending.

Stopping by from the red dress club.

December 10, 2010 at 12:08 PM  
Blogger Liz said...

I love when I come home nd they've been here with craig for a while, and they stop what they are doing and run as fast as they can to me, screaming my name!

December 10, 2010 at 12:30 PM  
Blogger Tiffany Christie said...

I love this....Here from the bloghop.
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December 10, 2010 at 3:27 PM  
Blogger The Drama Mama said...

You've captured the motherly emotions perfectly!! Beautifully written. Emotional, poignant, sweet.


December 10, 2010 at 6:52 PM  
Blogger Sherri said...

You nailed it, Tonya. There's nothing else quite like it,is there?

So wonderful...nice job!

December 11, 2010 at 4:31 PM  
Blogger Renee said...

Beautiful post Tonya.
There is nothing like a Mother's love for her baby. Boy or girl. No matter how old they get.

December 11, 2010 at 6:32 PM  
Blogger Sophie said...

What a beautiful declaration of love to your son!

December 12, 2010 at 4:59 PM  

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