mothering

We ate lunch with my friends niece today. Shes completely precious, a bouncing blond little three year old. She kept us laughing all lunch, and i found myself mothering all lunch. "Rachel, I'll open that for you. Rachel, look at those beautiful shoes. Rachel, do you want your chocolate milk?" She didn't need me to help her, her uncle was there but its instinctual. Its the mother in me.
so spence, sorry.