Just call me Mommy

For someone who prides herself on being an independent woman not hindered by traditional gender roles, I have so much maternal instinct it's sick.

My poor boyfriend is a very very sick puppy. This brings out the need to dote on him. I make him (semi) homemade soup and tea, run him baths, and insist on bringing him all sorts of blankets and rubbing his head as he dozes.

Is this the same reason I find it endearing that he can't cook, because it means I get to cook for him and he thinks I'm lovely for doing so (plus he's really convinced that I'm a much better cook that reality indicates, which is incredibely sweet)?

I'm thinking I should ask for an apron that matches my dishclothes for my next birthday.