so my baby bird is sick...nothing major, but uncomfortable at night with a stuffy nose and what-not. i went in several times just to get him comfortable again, and he seemed ok with that. like he just wanted me in there for a minute. melts my heart to be so privileged.
but anyway, it made me think about my mother, and what i think of when i think of "mother." i'm almost 32 years old and i still want my mother when i'm sick. she's just comforting. when i think of what distinguishes her from anyone else, it's that comfort.
so what is it that makes your mother your mother? why do you remember her? we don't choose our impressions of people i don't think, and i always wonder if THIS will be the moment my children will remember. or, am i doing this right? is this what a mother does?
but anyway, it made me think about my mother, and what i think of when i think of "mother." i'm almost 32 years old and i still want my mother when i'm sick. she's just comforting. when i think of what distinguishes her from anyone else, it's that comfort.
so what is it that makes your mother your mother? why do you remember her? we don't choose our impressions of people i don't think, and i always wonder if THIS will be the moment my children will remember. or, am i doing this right? is this what a mother does?