Maternal Instinct.
We grow up with clues about our maternal tendencies and conclude that we either have 'em or we don't. For some, wiping the drooling chin of our best friend's baby is second nature, and chances are likely that we were the toddlers who spent the majority of our childhood fine-tuning these skills on our Baby Talk doll, personally delivered by Santa's elves after the 'rents said no way. Others ward off heart palpitations when asked to hold the neighbor's newborn during unexpected milk-runs, and dread the day when their own neighbors are nowhere in sight. Whether we've had baby names picked out since our sixth grade home-ec(onomics) class or cringe at the thought of changing diapers for fear their tiny legs will shatter into pieces, rumors conclude the instinct comes as naturally as the indescribable and uninhibited love we feel (instantaneously). Enjoy!
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