A mother with a second child in her armsyells at her girl to stop right thereand not run into the busy street, as I drive by.What the mother means is she loves hershe wants her to grow up a beautiful womanshe wants her to think before she runs.As if the girl could understand, she stops.She doesn’t tell her mother not to worryshe isn’t going to run into the streetfor if a child could teach her motherthen she wouldn’t need to be yelled at.The messages that pass between mother and childmake them members of their little tribe.They don’t need to understand how this happens.