thinking

that being an older mother is most difficult during the tender times you spend with your baby, when he's gazing adoringly into your eyes and reaches out to gently touch your face, because if you weren't as old as Methuselah, there wouldn't be all that excess flesh hanging around, so you wouldn't have Basset Hound jowls for him to grab onto and pull so far off your face that when they ping back, they practically knock you unconscious.

I'm also thinking about gift horses and mouths and that, as an older mother, I should be glad that they ping back at all.