How is this possible? Surely we humans can rise above war if a tiger can nurse piglets! Sometimes we need a diversion from thinking about our bunion pain and all the challenging world events.
And there is a minimal foot connection here: The piglets reminded me of one of my favorite games my mother, who would have turned 86 today, played with me before bed as a child, “This Little Piggy Went to Market.”
Do you remember the entire sequence starting with your big toe? The best part was when she tugged on my little toe and said, “And this little piggie went wee, wee, wee, all the way home,” I would squeal like a piglet as she ran her fingers all the way up my leg to my heart and then touched my lips and kissed me goodnight on the forehead.
Happy Birthday Mom!