A moment of horror

Little Reagan showed me something Friday.  I get the feeling this will be a regular occurrence throughout her life.  I have been up to my eyeballs in baking and as a mentioned my kids have been running around in their pajamas and quite content to watch as much Mickey Mouse as I will allow.  Reagan does not share their affinity for Micky however.  She is too little to self-entertain and she knew that she was being neglected.  I had been rocking her and nursing her and bouncing her and trying to get her to settle down and wondering why my normally content baby is so fussy.  And then I sat down with her and kissed her sweet mouth and looked her in the eyes and you know what she did?  She giggled!

And Reagan hardly ever giggles.  That's when I realized what she has been wanting all along was just a little attention.  Some one on one face time with mommy. And if Reagan is feeling so lonely and neglected from one afternoon of inattention, then how much horror much these sweet children living in institutions face.  Day after day with NO contact at all.  No hugs.  No kisses.  No songs.  No smiles from someone who cares.  No chance to play.

 Just day after lonely day looking at the bars of their crib.  And this breaks my heart.  Reagan's horror was for a moment, but I was here to give her what she needed.  What about these other sweet babies.  All I can do for them is pray that they may be rescued.  And thank God every day that my little girl is safe in my loving arms.