Since I'm a human mother living in the suburbs surrounded by SUVs and supermarkets, I don't have to hunt, kill, or starve to make sure my offspring is nourished. Still, I felt what it meant to be a mother animal.
One day, I was sharing a chicken noodle soup from a can with my girl. There are limited pieces of chickens and carrots (the good stuff). She loves the chicken and the carrots. The noodles, not so much. So, I picked out all the chicken and the carrots for her. I ended up with just the noodle and soup.
On pizza night, I give up the sausage and pepperoni because she loves those. Instead of a pizza with the works, I get plain pizza after she picks out all the meat.
These are just little things compared to taking down a gazelle. But, now it's chicken and sausages. Later, what else? However, I gladly do this and any other sacrifices I have to make, because I love my little girl.
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