Hello lovelies (and gents – you’re lovely too)! I trust you had a weekend full of rest and fun times with friends! Our weekend was both, complete with three bands of nasty storms that all happened within 40 minutes last night and snow flurries yesterday morning! Crazy weather I tell ya!?! Never have I seen it go from 93% humidity with sweat forming on my brow to 33 degrees with snow flurries floating about in a period of 12 hours!
Sunday night, the hubby and I watched an episode of the current show we’re devouring on Netflix. Usually it’s a casual, fun-plotted show about the inner workings of an alternative medicine office. But last night, while some undertones of the story line left us giggling, the main plot left me near tears. (And that does not happen often my friends!) This episode featured something they called “Safe Surrender” about the law that allows new mothers to drop off their babies at a hospital or police/fire station within 48 hours of the birth and no questions are asked. The office was diving into being a hotline for the service and faced two calls during the 42 minutes of the show. What struck me wasn’t the fact of this service, it was a line that came while the Dr. was taking care of the first baby girl before calling social services.
When asked by another co-worker if she wanted them to make the call that night, the Dr., holding the wee lil’ one close to her chest and gently swaying her, said,
“No, no… she deserves to feel wanted for at least one day.”
Wow.
Of course. The tears held themselves back, but my lip pouted out and the deepest part of me whimpered with a gut-wrenching sadness. A part of social services and caring for orphans that I’ve never thought about in those terms. Yes – this little child who was born into the world deserves to know and feel wanted. She deserves to know that her situation is not her fault. To know that love does exist and she wasn’t made to just be thrown into a make-shift system of care and sometimes false love. And to not have to wonder what her value is or feel unwanted.
I’ve shared before about how mama hood has changed the core of who I am and how I look at the littlest ones of our world. Last night, that core was shook again as I watched this lady care for this baby (whom she affectionately named Batgirl) for 24 hours. Knowing what was coming for this baby girl in “the system” – she wanted this baby to experience all the love and care she could for the time she had her. As mama’s, we spend our days doing this and wanting things to be perfect. But how often do we only do this with children. How often do we pass older folks who look desperate for love and to know they are wanted. Same condition, same remedy.
Watching the show, while the episode played on, my mind was stuck on that one line like superglue between your fingers. There was no avoiding it, no changing my thoughts to something fun. I went to bed with that line repeating over and over in my head like a broken record. How (even though I know it was fiction) I wanted to scoop up that baby and do the same that the Dr. did – show her affection, care for her needs. Mr. and I have talked about adoption being in our future, but last night I wanted to just run out and take in any babes who needed someone to show them they are wanted!
It brought all the emotions again from when Lil’ Miss was first born and had me scrolling through pictures remembering how tiny and dependent she was on some else to help introduce her to this bright new world out of her comfort zone she’d known for 9 months! Oh how many babes are there who are in desperate need of knowing the truths of love, care, hugs, affection, attention and want. I’m praying for those lil’ ones this morning. That adoptions may go smooth and quickly, that the ones being born today may find peace and unconditional love no matter what the situation is. That social workers would be able to know what is best in these situations. But also that people around me, whom are not babies or tots, would also feel that from me. Through a smile, a hug, a generous gift, or sharing a coffee. And that someday, I may get the chance to provide that loving home for a wee one in need.
“…she deserves to feel wanted…”
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