I saw this mama at The Farm in Snohomish Washington. My uncle works there with some friends and I have to say that it is one of my favorite places in the world. She just laid there as her little piglets nursed and pulled at her. They climbed all over her, squealing and fighting, but she peacefully laid there doing her job...taking care of her babies. As we were leaving the petting zoo area a little while later, we walked by her again. This time she was in a totally separate area of the pen, her piglets still in the first area, still squealing and climbing all over eachother. She was standing all by herself, doing nothing but taking nice deep breaths, seeming to enjoy a little bit of peace. I think of her a lot...especially when I have days like I have been having lately. I feel so bad about the mother that I am somedays, like I am being stretched in a million different directions and nothing and no one is being taken care of properly. I get so frustrated and irritated when I should be showing more patience and love, and all I really want to do is either climb back into my bed and lock the door, or go somewhere far, far away and stay there for a very long time. I comfort myself with the thought that it is completely natural for me to need even a little break to gather my nerves up off the still unmopped floor and regroup. I love my children with all my heart, and I am extremely blessed to have them, but even mama pigs need a break.