Considering the extremely high nasty factor of my last post, I thought this would be the perfect time to share something sweet and simple, yet meaningful. I find this photograph simply precious. All of us can appreciate it for the loving sentiment it portrays, but I think particularly as a mother, I find it emotionally powerful. Initially, it evokes tenderness and respect. Yet oddly, when continuing to gaze at the image, I feel almost melancholy. It may correlate to the way their expressions portray a deeply somber look. I can’t make out if the young one is nursing or just snuggling, but the seriousness of their faces renders the impression that they are seeking comfort in one another.   Perhaps I feel a tinge of sadness because it reminds me of the days when my little ones were littler and often content for long stretches of time, held snugly against my chest.

I suppose another plausible explanation is that it conjures untapped memories from a previous life. Come to think of it, when I was a child my mom’s brother did always taunt me by claiming he was a monkey’s uncle.

Regardless, I find the image to be quite touching. It reminds us of nature’s powerful bond between mother and child.