Watching Motherhood.

I was sitting on the train station in the sunshine this morning, watching a young mother interact with her little boy of around 2-3. She was a good mother; I could tell as much from their respective body language, and in particular the way she used her hands to apply sun blocker to the child’s exposed arms, neck and face. She had a mother’s hands, and she used them well.

The relationship between mother and child is something I’ve always found fascinating, and it must surely be one of the most wholesome and inspirational factors in the matter of life. Unfortunately, not all mothers are good mothers, and that’s a shame.