Let the Little Children Come

I felt my soul pierced.  In a physical sense, it took my breath.  This was someone else’s baby, born into the world through pain and sweat and love - as special and treasured as my own daughter who was at home with a caregiver.  I felt the weight of indignation descend upon me.  I was witnessing a lamentable injustice, and unfortunately a common one both near and far – a child’s true identity lost.