© 2019 Christy K
Robinson
After cooking and serving lunch to the asylum seekers, I took care of a baby boy from Central America while his young mother chose new clothes, underwear, and was given hygiene supplies and a towel, and took her first shower in several weeks.
The baby was a merry little soul. At lunch, he'd been chuckling and snorting while his mom tried to spoon orange-colored baby food into his mouth and the spoon nailed his nose instead. (His mom laughed, too, when I did.) He was laughing and wiggling when he was handed over to me, and instantly grabbed my green jade heart pendant.
When another volunteer readied the baby's bath and we stripped him down to his brown skin, he giggled. When we put some tear-free bubbles in the water and I sang "Rubber Ducky, you're the one," he grinned toothlessly and splashed and tried to do a header into the 6-inch-deep water upon seeing the drain at the bottom of the little tub. After the rinse cycle and a gentle towel drying, we put him on the changing table, and he laughed at the freedom of being Nakie Baby. He cried at the diaper and onesie dressing, perhaps because he'd had such a long, exciting day without a nap.
This is a lucky baby. He wasn't separated from his mommy and he wasn't caged or institutionalized. He can't tell you his story, but I will testify that this precious child with his smiles and wiggles, his joy at splashing in the bath, and staying with his mother, should be repeated with EVERY BABY, EVERY CHILD in the care of our country. He's not a political pawn or illegal immigrant.
He's God's child. He's our child.
God bless them all.
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Christy K Robinson is author of
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