A mother is an incredible thing. Powerful, potent, graceful, imbued with almost mystical-seeming properties of all-knowing, all-seeing, all-soothing capabilities. There is an even bigger, deeper, wilder, and more wonderful magic to the thing: when growing older, you realize that your world can be full of mothers if you choose.
Anyone who has ever spent time with a little person knows that their allegiances form hard and fast. The first soft friend to capture their tiny hearts will inevitably be along for every ride for the next few years (decades?).