I'm a mom-crow now... and a few words about love-psychology

Good morning dear friends! Now every morning of my life begins like this. I go into the room and immediately see a wide open beak. The kid quickly learned to identify me as a source of food and therefore as a means of survival. So far, nothing personal. These are the early stages in the development of any living being for which parents are a means of survival. For people, by the way, too. The program is inherent in nature. There is not yet love, not yet affection. The infant clearly understands on the unconscious level that an adult is for him a means of survival. By the way, hence the painful affection in adulthood, which we sometimes identify as love. I'm talking about situations when someone talks about the subject of their love: "He / she will leave and I will die!". In fact, it has nothing to do with feelings, it's still the same survival instinct for the baby who climbed out of our subconscious.