When you think of children in third world countries, who do you picture? For most my life I pictured children running around dirty, skinny, with obvious signs of hunger and sickness. This past week I saw and felt something completely different. I felt my heart warming to something every mother does. Most of the older children love to play with white people, but the little ones are always scared. But sometimes you'll meet one little one that isn't so scared. I had this little girl walk up to me and wrap her arms around my neck. I instinctively pick this little girl up and place her on my lap. She sits down for a little while and just stares out into the world, while I hold her and watch her. She slowly starts to lay her head down on my chest and falls asleep. For the next 20 minutes I hold this little baby girl tight in arms, rocking back and forth, rubbing her back. When she wakes, she sits up, yawns, and rubs her eyes. Then I slowly start to feel my leg getting warmer and warmer, until I register that this sweet little girl is peeing on me. I hear mamas laugh and say sorry. But in that 30 minute encounter with that sweet little girl my heart was warmed more than those mamas realised, because in that moment I realised that this is just part of being a mother to the nations.
