there’s something sooooooo…heart wrenching about seeing wild animals being mothers. the maternal instinct. you can literally feel it. a mother’s love transcends species. i know this isn’t anything new but my god man. its so weird how human it is. i see my late mom in mama bears when they’re snapping at their cubs, and in mama lions when they’re trying to go to sleep with their baby flailing about, and in mama birds that feed their chicks in the nest they built with their own beaks. they are wild animals and yet they bathe their kids with such gentleness. what’s going to grow up to become some ferocious animal is clinging to the legs of their mama bcs thats mama, and who else is there but the one who gives you kisses and makes sure you’re safe and your belly is full? and one day the kids will have kids of their own and when they’re carrying their young by the napes of their necks and licking them clean, they’re carrying out what’s ingrained into their instincts, the same way their mama did. isn’t that funny? how animals just. take care of their young? how love exists in so many forms? how the winged and the fur-covered and the scaled all know what it is like to feel small and soft with mama?
idk man im not eloquent enough for this shit can somebody please put what im trying to say into more prettier words
