1.56 Who or what brings out your protective instincts?
I never thought I had protective instincts in the first place. I have journalistic instincts. The sensation of when something's wrong. When a certain story doesn't seem right, and the facts aren't straight. I can tell that more then I can sense in myself what's wrong.
When I was travelling with the Doctor, it was easier to look out for other people. Maybe not to feel protective of them, but the urge to help the people who needed help has always been there. That's one way of being protective isn't it?
It's not always about finding out the truth, it's about protecting people who don't have a voice for themselves. Giving them a voice.
But I've never felt particularly found myself feeling protective. Not until I was older, and it seemed the older I got, the further I pushed people away, and also the more protective I got. I think it correlates some.
The more I wanted to protect the people I loved, the more I pushed them away. And I did that for a while, until I realized that I didn't have anyone.
I've only had Luke here a short while, and yet I know that I would give my life to protect his. Never before did I ever have an urge. I've held babies, talked to them, admired them. When I was younger, I even babysat them.
I've known children, and even some of them I've gotten along with. But there was never that deep urge that I suppose most women get.
I'm long past my child bearing ages, that's for certain.
So funny now that I'm this age, he would come into my life, and I want to protect him and give him everything I never had. I know a good bit of what I feel is that, having a childhood without parents. I want him to feel loved.
So I'll do whatever I have to to protect him. I can't push him away, he's my son. And as long as I live the life I'm living, I know there will be something to protect him from.
When I was travelling with the Doctor, it was easier to look out for other people. Maybe not to feel protective of them, but the urge to help the people who needed help has always been there. That's one way of being protective isn't it?
It's not always about finding out the truth, it's about protecting people who don't have a voice for themselves. Giving them a voice.
But I've never felt particularly found myself feeling protective. Not until I was older, and it seemed the older I got, the further I pushed people away, and also the more protective I got. I think it correlates some.
The more I wanted to protect the people I loved, the more I pushed them away. And I did that for a while, until I realized that I didn't have anyone.
I've only had Luke here a short while, and yet I know that I would give my life to protect his. Never before did I ever have an urge. I've held babies, talked to them, admired them. When I was younger, I even babysat them.
I've known children, and even some of them I've gotten along with. But there was never that deep urge that I suppose most women get.
I'm long past my child bearing ages, that's for certain.
So funny now that I'm this age, he would come into my life, and I want to protect him and give him everything I never had. I know a good bit of what I feel is that, having a childhood without parents. I want him to feel loved.
So I'll do whatever I have to to protect him. I can't push him away, he's my son. And as long as I live the life I'm living, I know there will be something to protect him from.