There’s this place here at the orphanage called the Baby
House. The ironic part is that they
technically don’t have any “babies� right now.
The Baby House contains little munchkins from ages 2 to 5. When you walk into the Baby House you’re
greeted with about 10 kids’ arms up running toward you. They want to be held, they want to be
cuddled. The problem is that there is
one of you and ten of them. I really
wish it was possible to grow extra arms because you definitely need them in the
Baby House. They want to be held and
cuddled, but they also want to crawl all over you. They want to play with your
watch and your hair. And they want to
tell you all about their day and what they’re playing. They need attention. They need that love.
The very first day I went into the Baby House I held a
little boy named Jaden. Ok it happened
yet again. Love at first hug. He latched onto me like a little spider
monkey. He didn’t let go or loosen his
grip for an hour. I was in Baby House
heaven. I fell in love with Jaden and
Jaden fell in love with me. Every time I
go back to the Baby House, the babies know that he’s mine and I’m his. When I walk in the room, the babies start
yelling “Jaden Jaden!�, and then my little man comes running up to me and
straight into my arms. One hug from that
little boy makes my day perfect. For
some reason the love I get to receive from him and give to him makes everything
else disappear. All the struggles,
fatigue, and drama of that day…POOF! are gone just like that. I really can’t wait to have a baby of my very
own because if I feel this way about a little boy I’ve known for a few short weeks
I can’t imagine how I’ll feel when it’s actually my child. No wonder Jesus loves the little children so
much.
