I have cared for cuts and bruises, consoled after nightmares and chastised angry outbursts. I have bathed, brushed teeth, combed hair. But none of this makes me a mother.
True. This could be true of a father. Or an aunt or uncle, or a grandparent. Or even a teacher. But gestating them for 9 months, pushing them out of your vagina, & breastfeeding them, only mothers can do that.
So much introspection here. I wonder if this person spends as much energy on their children's emotional needs as they do on their own.