my men

i have a handful of men in my life that are very protective of me. my brother-n-law would drop anything to help me-always has, my good friend checks on me & jokes with me daily-i always know he is there whether it is via facebook, email or a quick phone call, my dad is my silent protector and would pull his shotgun if you hurt me- seriously, and my brother who has his own struggles to deal with but always reminds me that i am loved...

the most protective man in my life, however, is only 2 years old. he is old enough to understand that it is just him and i now. he is old enough to know he is the man of the house. and he is old enough to take on the role of protecting his momma.

it began a couple of months ago. at the pool- don't splash my mommy!, at the grocery store-don't run into my mommy!, at home-jack, don't run over my mommy's head!, at daycare-noooo, that is my mommy!...and it always ends with 'are you ok mommy, are you ok!?'.

so this morning i drop the cell phone on my foot...man it hurt...but i held in the cussing and sat on the floor while the pain subsided....here comes brody, 'are you ok mommy!!!??'...then a rub of my forehead, a kiss on my foot, and he put the cell phone in a time-out. we get to school and he won't let go...hanging on to me with a choke hold. ms clara says 'brody, who are you foolin'...why won't you let go of your momma?'. my protective boy says 'the cell phone hurt her, my mommy is hurt'.

i love him.