A few years ago, my uncle was telling me a story about his mother. She was at the very end of her life, days before she passed. He was visiting with her, and she questioned him about his jacket. She felt it was not warm enough for the day, and she wanted him to put on a thicker one.

I was reminded of that story yesterday when I was driving through downtown. I saw a woman who appeared to be in her mid-80s. She was walking with what I assume was her grown granddaughter. The younger woman was in her late 20s or early 30s. As they approached the corner, the older woman reached out to grasp the younger woman's elbow and restrained her at the corner until it was safe to cross.

Maternal instincts never go away.