Mamma’s Kingdom

Instinct, love, and connection—across species; Photo by Tejash Verma

I’ve always believed that every human carries a reflection of an animal within them. Sometimes it shows in our appearance, sometimes in our habits or behaviour.

But motherhood took this theory to a whole new level. Once I became a mom and met other mothers, I realised we’re all basically running our own little wildlife documentary. The way we hold our babies, protect them, nurture them, and even worry for them feels so similar to the bond animals share with their young ones.

Take the ‘Dog Mom’, for instance, joyful, loyal, and permanently sleep-

deprived, but still somehow smiling like she just got a belly rub. She’s the mom pushing the stroller through the park like she owns the territory, sniffing out friendly faces and handing out smiles as if she’s distributing treats. Her baby is bundled like a tiny cinnamon roll, getting smothered in kisses and snuggles every five minutes (licking optional… but honestly, we wouldn’t be surprised).

Now there is a the ‘Cat Mom‘ quietly judging everyone while delicately sipping lukewarm coffee like royalty. Her baby is barely a few months old, can’t roll over without face-planting into the floor, yet she behaves like she’s raising a tiny panther cub.

And finally, grazing softly in the wild world of new motherhood, we find the ‘Cow Mom‘. Calm, unbothered, moving at a pace that suggests she slept at least four hours (but we all know she didn’t). She produces milk on demand, no appointment needed. Spit-ups, cluster feeds, midnight buffet? She’s open 24/7. The baby calls, she responds. Moo.

A little further along, ears flapping and memory sharp, stands the ‘Elephant Mom‘, wise, emotional, and carrying the history of every pediatrician visit, every lost pacifier, every slight from three Christmases ago. She travels in a herd (or Facebook/Whats App group), surrounded by friends, aunties, grandmothers, and cousins who help raise her little calf. Her child stays close for years, maybe forever, grown but still returning for approval, advice, and lunch. Elephant moms do not forget. They also do not let you forget.

Then high above is the ‘Bird Mom‘, fluttering from crib to kitchen to changing mat like she lives on espresso and instinct. She feeds her baby every twenty minutes, replaces pacifiers with lightning speed, and builds tiny “nests” all over the house — one on the sofa, one on the bedroom, one in the car, one made entirely of muslin cloths she swore she wouldn’t buy more of… and then did.

And perhaps the liveliest of all is our personal favourite the ‘Monkey Mom‘.
She swings through the house with a baby clinging to her like a tiny koala-backpack that never clocks out. Her home is a rainforest: toys everywhere, and giggles echoing like jungle calls. Grooming is her love language; “Hold still, let me wipe your nose, your face, your entire destiny.”
Her baby learns by copying every move, a mini acrobat with curious fingers, wide eyes, and a talent for climbing everything except developmental milestones on schedule.

So which mother animal lives in you? Let us know your reviews (Write to Us)
Are you the loyal dog, the elegant cat, the snack-bearing cow, the wise elephant, the nurturing bird, or the swinging monkey?