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Moms in The Wild

Great photos of nature featuring wild animal mothers and their offspring.

Lioness with cub, National reserve Pilanesberg, South Africa
photo credit: Gabriela Stebler
In this picture a cub rubs her mother's neck, begging for milk.

Elephants in Corbett National Park, India
photo credit: Yagdip Rajput
Always nice to see how such a large animal like an elephant cares and protects her cubs.

Mountain gorillas, national parks of Rwanda.
photo credit: Rita Summers
A small mountain gorilla, sucking his mothers thumb

Polar bears in Vapusk, Manitoba, Canada
photo credit: Howard Ruby
"One reason why people like polar bears, is because of the tender relationship between mother and cub.

Brown Bears Lake Clark, Alaska
photo credit: Rick Rasmussen
"The rain was falling and a curious kid looks out from behind his mother.

Sea Lions, Espanola Island, Galapagos Islands
photo credit: Eddie Schermerhorn
“I had been crawling around in the sand trying to get a good angle for a shot, when this scene fell into place.

The deer in Shenandoah National Park, Virginia
photo credit: Wil Hershberger
Fawn jumping on his back mother to get a better look, who's coming down the hill.

Bald eagles, Katmai, Alaska
photo credit: John Hunter
"Hiding on a nearby cliff pays off with this a touching snapshot of a mother, feeding their chicks.

A mother cheetah and cubs in the Masai Mara, Kenya
photo credit: Eberhard Brunner
Patence pays off in this image of female cheetah guarding her cubs.

The baboons in the Selinda Reserve, Botswana
photo credit: Adrian Beeyli
"A family of baboons, happily courting each other on the island of Palm.

wow. so true.

A Love Letter for College Students

Put down the textbook… and read this: A Love Letter for the College Students

I’ve been there.

Books piled up in a stack beside you. Nodding off to the glow of the computer screen. Neon strips of highlighter scraped across your forehead, leftover not from a raging highlighter party the night before but rather the all-nighter spent spooning Shakespeare term papers and mind-rattling interpretations of Samuel Beckett’s best works.

Some of you are halfway. Knees sunk deep in the muds of history power points and audio projects. Stammering in the mirror before you give that final speech in class tomorrow. Still muddling through the differences between el and usted. Nosotros & Vosotros.

Some of you are stocking up on caffeine fixes and 5-Hour Energy drinks before the storm hits. A storm of finals worth 60% of your grade. 12-pagers that will have you crawling into the light of the morning, turning your study guide into a white flag to wave and surrender.

You’ll make it.

I know it. I can promise that there are holiday lights at the end of your tunnel. Perhaps it won’t be the grace of a love letter but the grace you’ll gain from the sound of the last book shutting. The sound of the last pages shuffling out from the printer and into your professor’s mailbox.

Remember to breathe. To eat. To sleep, if you can. Curl up on the couch in the campus center if that’s what it takes. Listen to the Nutcracker while you sip a gingerbread latte that you so deserve. And, on the nights where 1am comes quicker than shoppers to Best Buy on Black Friday, be the one to text your friends, “Diner. 2am. I’ll drive.”

I still keep that memory.

Unearth it as I do the ornaments that get pulled down from the attic this time of year. Uncrumpling the newspaper surrounding that time that I didn’t know I’d ever miss. A stack of pancakes. An open laptop. Hot chocolate with whipped cream dribbling from the side. All of us laughing, not knowing at the time that yes, yes, we were going to miss it one day soon.

It’s hard to believe right now as you struggle to swallow every prefix in the dictionary or every literary term you’ll need to dissect that Emily D. poem tomorrow. But the closeness of friends in one place, the justified seeing of the sun coming up before you close a book and allow in the hired sugarplums to dance as you pass out, the 24/7 sweatpants apparel for at least two weeks… you’ll miss it when it is gone.

So pick your chin up from the computer. Stand up and stretch. Take a break to call your friend and see how studying is going. If there is someone beside you, smile… propose a coffee break… treat them.

String up holiday lights in your dorm room lounge and claim that a study executed at 800 universities across the country proved that the ambiance of the teeny tiny bulbs increased final grades by a whopping 73% percent.

Ball up in a blanket and quote Elf from time to time when the room gets too quiet. A few go-to quotes: “Santa?! I know him!” “Bye Buddy, hope you find your dad…” “First we’ll make snow angels for a two hours, then we’ll go ice skating, then we’ll eat a whole roll of Tollhouse Cookiedough as fast as we can, and then we’ll snuggle.” Take a Target break. Buy some holiday slippers for no good reason. Drive home the long way and just admire the lights for a moment or two.

Remember: It is a book. It is a test. It is a paper. That’s it. That’s all.

You’ll make it. Myself, this love letter, and anyone who has ever been there before…we are pulling for you.

Happy Holidays.

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