Wow, I had thought it was just me...
A few weeks ago, I had an "experience" while lying in bed, doing my nightly massaging...I suddenly realized that
a woman mother creates, holds, and nurtures her child inside her body. Her very blood is given to the child, to strengthen and protect him/her...until the babe is born.
Then, while her arms hold the babe and keep it warm,
her breasts provide nourishment--again, directly from her blood. The same blood that runs in her veins, tending all of her body's needs.
Without a uterus, I will never feel that babe inside. (And at my age, I don't want to start over with a newborn!) But, I could, in theory, provide suckle to a babe...and the sense of my body providing direct nourishment to a tiny, helpless child gave me a
moment's insight to the joy and wonder that a mother has for her child.
This insight--at a very personal, intimate level--is something that I, as a man, could logically understand...but only now could I feel that level of joy that every mother does, even if it was for just a moment.