the littlest ones

One of my the places I just couldn't tear myself away from at the children's home was the babies nursery where I would just sit with the babies and hold them. The babies were aged from just days old to two years.

On my first day I fed a 2 month old baby who had been orphaned just hours after being born to her mother. The police had brought her to the children's home after she was found abandoned and on her first day of life she was passed to the women who work in the baby centre. As much as the women are caring, the newborn was to become just one of thirty and one of hundreds who live in the home. Unless she is adopted she will never know the love of just one woman, the devotion that only a mother can give to a child that she can call her own.

I had a revelation of just how fortunate Nate was to be born into a family who loves him. To have two parents who are dedicated to him, to ensuring that his every need is met, physically, socially and emotionally. Already at just two years he knows he's loved, valued and that he belongs.