But as I’ve been having fun with her, I’ve been thinking about other babies as well…sometimes in ways that make me happy and other times in ways that make me almost sick to my stomach.
Unfortunately in my reading, I’ve come across stories of “experiments” done on infants in the Nazi concentration camps…experiments that were nothing but torture…and then often those in charge would go home to their own families and play with their own children–who have often remembered them as good parents. I’m not going to say any more about what was done because every time I think of it, I just get sick. But you can find your own stories.
I think of mothers who–as they were trying to protect the rest of their families from the Nazis–found themselves in the cruel position of having to smother crying infants in order that the rest of the family could survive.
There are contemporary mothers who have to watch their children die from what we consider non-life-threatening diseases–because their children don’t have access to medical care…or enough food…or clean water.
Others either watch their children–or encourage them–as suicide bombers or child soldiers…innocents sent into battles they know nothing about.
Then there are other children who are sold into horrific situations. Sometimes parents think they are sending the child into a situation where they will be better off than if they had stayed home, not knowing what is really happening. Other times the parents don’t seem to care.
And I find myself wondering…what is the disconnect? Babies belong to us all…they are our hope for the future. How can we allow them to be used and abused in such horrible ways?
I love my granddaughter–and my grandsons–and cannot imagine mistreating them…any more than I can imagine mistreating someone else’s children and grandchildren. Maybe if we could all learn to see each child born into this world as part of our own family we could begin the long and difficult process of bringing peace…
I hope so.