Sunday, October 27, 2013

Healing

"I am woman. Hear me roar..." yada, yada, yada and all that, sure. But sometimes I remember that all I ever wanted was to be his Baby. I am older than he is, yes, that, too. I am a little more experienced, true. I am old as well. But in my heart, in my secret self, sometimes I need to be his Baby.

I need him to hold me in his arms and reassure me. I need him to casually greet me, "Hey, Baby." (That warms me like nothing else.) I need him to say, "Of course I'll fix it, Baby Girl." When my heart is breaking, I need him to murmur, "Oh baby." When we are making love, I need him to tell me, "Damn, Baby!" When he begs, it tickles me when he says, "Please, Baby, Please..."

When my man calls me his baby, I would, at that moment do anything at all for him. At that moment, I know he is my protector, my champion, my knight.

I have learned that even though I am the leader in our relationship, sometimes I just need to toss that role aside and be his baby. HIS Baby.