The bond between mother and child is a stronger connection than one could articulate. It’s a sublime spark made even before birth. The child is literally part of the mother and nothing could replace that. Most of us have a weak spot for our moms. I know I could never talk bad about mine (and even if I do I feel terrible). I am a self-professed momma’s girl.
That mother and daughter bond is very strong between us. I know she cares. She may not be one of those traditional moms who cooks all the time or says her feelings, but it’s the little things that matter. I love it when we just sit on my bed and talk. She’ll tell me about her worries and then I to her. The way she still tries to clean me up or fix my hair shows that she has that nurturing instinct that I think is one of the more beautiful aspects of people. As annoying as it may be, nothing says, “I’m a mom,” more than when she tells me to put on a jacket because it’s going to be cold.
While reading The Road, it got me thinking about the bond between parent and child. Even though I’m older, I know that if I were left with either my mom or dad I would become dependent on them. It would become my duty to keep them safe and stay together. I couldn’t imagine leaving them after being through some of the things described in the book. The Road demonstrates how even in a post-apocalyptic hell-hole, a father will still put the happiness and well-being of his child above everything else. Parents are the only people that I can think of that will love you unconditionally.
Vannesa stop talking about the road.
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