I talk about my son a lot. I think about my son a lot too. I spend hours researching every little bump that I find on his skin, afraid it might be an incurable or spreadable disease. I search online for toddler recipes, go shopping for the ingredients, spend plenty of money at the grocery store, and make him affordable, nutritious meals. I even have backup meals in case he refuses to eat what I made for him.
If you’re a mother, you probably understand.