When the child in its delicate bliss seeks the mother and finds her and is added on to her, then it fulfills itself in the great upper sympathetic mode.

But then it relinquishes her.

It ceases to be aware of her.

And if she tries to force its love to play upon her again, like light revealing her to herself, then the child turns away.

Or it will lie, and look at her with the strange, odd, curious look of knowledge, like a little imp who is spying her out.
This is the curious look that many mothers cannot bear.