I can see why the hand that rocks the cradle, rules the world.
A mother wakens to feed her child and it's just the two of them in the depths of the night. There is much contemplation that takes place.
I can see why we often associate the singing of lullabies to babies. Anything to get them to eat and then back to sleep.
I don't know if it's being a woman that makes this feeding ritual so satisfying or if anyone would accept the plain necessity and resolution that leads to satisfaction.