What leathery sinew is this that stretches from behind my ribs all the way to my children?
(In my rational mind: they are fine. They are happy. They are with their father, and he loves them and cares for them. He is a good father.)
In my animal self: I am pacing and whimpering. I feel that cord pulling my heart out of me.
(Rational: this feeling is all about me. It does them no good.)
Animal: I just want to be near them, would chew off my own leg.
(Rational: It does them no good to show up at preschool and school crazy as a wolf that's been penned indefinitely in a too-small cage and demand to hug them and sniff their heads. This I must not do, will not do.)
Animal: [ So what do I do?]
(Rational: Swim faster. Let the chlorine wash the animal off me, the churning water roar a silence to still my fretfulness. Or, and: Write the internet for advice.)