My T's professionalism scares me sometimes.
Once When she was having home improvement done, a workman just opened the door to 'our room' to ask her something. I remember feeling protected but a little afraid of her scolding him.
Her mobile went off once. It was in her pocket. She immediately apologised, and switched it off.
Her focus on me feels nice in those moments, but a little scary. Never really had anyone think I'm worth that much. Well in a motherly role.