Life is pain. Hunger cramps, getting your first tooth, falling the first time you stand is all met with intense crying. During all these firsts’ mom wishes she could take on that pain, so she cries, you cry, it’s a mess. Late nights, lack of sleep, and eating all so that soft spot on your head doesn’t accidently implode on itself (WTF would you put a red button on the most vulnerable part of infant). All this increases with age: broken bones, broken heart, and endless crying over getting an F. All the pain of life is obscured by fact that mom has your back and will cuddle you no matter how old you get. You’re her baby and she’ll kick anyone’s ass for you.