I feel like a mother lion, a cavewoman, when I look at this little boy today, his bright eyes and his trusting.
I want to wrap him in furs and bat him around between my paws, rolling across the dirt growling and laughing.
I feel my instincts whistling back through all the women who have given birth to me, my mother and her mother and hers and hers, back to caves with coals glowing low and fierce women giving birth in the wild of the first forests.
This knowing how absolutely important he is.
They would love this little boy.