Ode to my son part one  

curiousinlorain7 60F
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8/3/2006 6:43 pm

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Ode to my son part one

Ode to my son. To tell the story of my son, I must go back into the past prior to the awakening of him.
When I was younger and lived in another state I was . In the course of events, the resulted in a pregnancy. I am a firm believer in life. I personally could not abort a child.... that is my belief I stand by it, completely. I had the child. Through a lot of prayer and gnashing of teeth and tears, I made the choice to allow another couple, up until then, childless, to adopt my child. They came and got him from the hospital and that first night I went to bed in tears. While I finally slept a small voice from God whispered in my soul a promise. When I awoke the next morning I felt renewed and didn’t really know why.
Just a short time after my marriage I found out I was pregnant. The minute I knew I was... I touched my stomach and knew the promise that God had made to me years before... He was going to give me a son. So even though all my friends and family were sure it was a girl... I knew it was a boy. The moment I first held him, I knew he was God’s promise to me... did that meant I thought he was perfect? No, it just meant I knew I was loved. He was beautiful. Perfect shaped head. Blond fuzz on his head... deep soul searching blue eyes... all his fingers all his toes.
As he grew up, people were drawn to him.. Things did not come easy to him though. He’d be one of the kids that would be picked on, because he refused to fight. He had goals, even as a child, and knew fighting would waylay him from them. He protected his younger sister better than any caped crusader could ( although I do remember a Halloween costume that was super and any time someone would bother his sister he’d ‘fly’ across the yard saying... he I come to save the day!!)
He grew into a young man, where I chose to tell him about the child I had before him. He asked me how I was feeling about it...did I hate the man? No.. Do I wish bad things would happen to that man? No. Well do I hope he at least got sick?? ( I had mono when the occurred) yes I giggled, maybe I do... . he took up a sport that is challenging. He became a wrestler. All through middle school and high school he fought valiantly through match after match. I don’t know about you... but lots of wrestlers are party animals.. My son hung with the wild bunch... but became their guide. They came over to shoot some hoops one day. My son came inside to get something.. And when he did, the language outside became rough, until one of the boys said just because we don’t cuss in front of ‘L’ should mean we don’t in front of his sister... he was even protecting her when he wasn’t around.
His best bud in high school was the class valedictorian. Ie the class nerd. The wrestling boys loved to pick on poor ‘j’ until my son became a wrestler. After that they left J alone. My son graduated 8th in his class. I was so proud and cried so hard.
My son never went through that stage when a son hates to be kissed or hugged by his mom. We’d be in front of the whole team, during a match, and he’d just come right up to me and hug me and turn his face so I could kiss his cheek. We’d be in the grocery store and he’d grab my arm and help me along.... cause I’m so old . We’d sit and watch tv and laugh at the same things... hate the same things. He was my best buddy, and my protector too. He’d stand between my ex and me so I’d be safe... He’d call out my ex on bad behavior towards me.
He left for college and I was so happy for him. He’d be able to have a ‘normal’ life, one with out fear of anger.

LookandWink 64M

8/3/2006 7:16 pm

I sounds like you really do have a super young man! I wish him well in all he does, as I do for his wonderful, loving mom!!

Still your Kindred Spirit!

bigandtallreturn 38M

8/3/2006 7:39 pm

A beautiful story so far. Can't wait for part two.

And I find it very brave for you to speak of an incident as sickening as a . I've had some people tell me I'm brave for admitting my years of being violently bullied, but that's happy hour compared to what you had to go through. You are a strong spirit, and an incredible woman.

"Today may be the first day of the rest of your life, unless you live on the other side of the International Date Line, then yesterday was the first day of the rest of your life."- Larry Andersen

goodatpoetry2 68M
16569 posts
8/3/2006 11:03 pm

What a story!
And you seem to have quite the son.
Good Mommy-ing!

curiousinlorain7 60F

8/5/2006 3:11 am

Can you tell that I love my son and I'm proud of him?

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