Last Christmas morning, I decided to celebrate the holiday with Isa. She’s 2. Most kids play with a doll or two. Isa plays with 5; just like she sees her caregivers do. She picks one up, pats it’s back; burps another, puts it down. The third is in the crib. She kisses it’s head. Fourth gets turned over. Fifth gets a spoon full of food, and she starts it all again. None of them get picked up and carried around all day. None of them nap with her. Just like the babies around her who can’t all be rocked to sleep because there aren’t sufficient care takers to sustain that luxury. This is the reality of shelters.
