The Animal in Me
A poetic reflection on motherhood as a primal awakening— how birth, breastfeeding, and instinct revealed the animal within and deepened compassion for all life.
INSTINCTUAL MOTHERHOODBIOLOGICAL MOTHERINGMOTHERHOOD AND THE WILD SELFPRIMAL ATTACHMENTNATURAL PARENTING AND BONDINGRECLAIMING THE MOTHER INSTINCT
5/19/20251 min read
They say humans are animals—
mammals, to be exact.
I grew up hearing it,
but I never felt it.
Not until my body became a home.
Not until I carried life, labored through pain,
and delivered something greater than myself.
Not until I fed my baby from my own body—
a cycle as old as time.
Now, I see my body differently:
Breasts as nourishment.
Hips as passageways.
Arms as shelter.
Motherhood awakened
something ancient in me.
Even without words, we speak.
I know my daughter’s cries,
her needs, her rhythms.
We are bound by something
deeper than language—
something wild and instinctual.
I understand now why they
call it Mother Nature.
I feel more connected to the earth.
More compassionate toward other mothers.
Other families.
Other living beings.
I understand the fierce love
of a protective mama bear.
I feel tenderness for milking
cows and their baby calves.
Because once you’ve created life,
you see life differently.
Motherhood is not just an experience.
It’s an awakening
A soul activation.
Motherhood didn’t just change me—
It revealed the animal in me.