I was never really alone as a child. My mother always hovered over me as I blithely toddled into the world; she kept close, as if a mother's presence could ward her stumbling child against all manner of unforeseeable harms. No matter how far I should wander, some inextricable knot tied my mother and I together like a vestigial umbilical cord: the maternal bond, a communion of souls.

I never once doubted or questioned it--a mother's love was simply the fundamental essence of everything a child could know in life. But now I look back, and I think... yeah, that's what I miss the most about childhood.


My Mother (after reading this): "Yeah... I miss it too..."