Caring, whether for children or the dying, shouldn't be instrumental. It should be an intrinsic, moral good.

If parents are the fixed stars in the childs universe, the vaguely understood, distant but constant celestial spheres, siblings are the dazzling, sometimes scorching comets whizzing nearby.

We don't wife our husbands and we don't child our parents.

Ineffective or weak brain connections are pruned in much the same way a gardener would prune a tree or bush, giving the plant a desired shape.

Owning our past allows us to own our future.

What's it like to be a baby? It's like being in love in Paris for the first time after you've had three double espressos.

From an evolutionary perspective children are, literally, designed to learn. Childhood is a special period of protected immaturity. It gives the young breathing time to master the things they will need to know in order to survive as adults.