Becoming a mother has offered me a capacity to love and protect that I had not known before. I remember gently swinging on my hammock in the backyard, my seven-month-old son snuggled sleepily to my chest. As we swayed rythmically side to side, listening to the birds, smelling the moist earth after a morning rain, suddenly our movement flipped us into the air. I arched my body instantly, maneuvering myself in an indescribable way to land below my, rather than on top of him, as gravity would have it. He landed safely upon me. It was a complete and instinctual love that caused me to protect him with myself. It is a beautiful and satisfying feeling to care this deeply.