While at work the other day I was minding my own beeswax – writing a script. I was completely in writing mode and focused. Then I heard something pretty abnormal for my workplace. A child was crying. Immediately, my focus was broken. There is something about the sound of a child these days that stops me in my tracks. This baby crying sounded like my little boy. Mama, was on full alert! My heart jumped! Then the crying abruptly stopped. So I kept writing. Then, of course, the baby started wailing again. It was clearly one of my colleagues editing some video. My body didn’t care. My heart jumped EACH and EVERY time. They played that clip over and over again as they were editing. I couldn’t believe how much it was affecting me. It was like “I have to save this baby!” Crazy, I know. After a minute, I got up to go pay a visit to my colleagues and tell them what was going on. First, they looked at me with a smile and then they just laughed at me. Totally the reaction I was expecting. Being that neither of them have children, I’m convinced they think I’m a nut. I can’t help myself. I have a reaction to children. Whether they are laughing, talking or crying – especially, crying. I guess it’s lucky for me I’m no longer lactating.