It was the tea time rush. Summer was crying. I pushed on with her on my hip, dishing up dinner for the four of us. I was getting flustered.
Call it an A-HA moment, or whatever. The thought of african babies, crying in desperate hunger, filled my mind. My heart sank with the feeling of heartache, of mothers having nothing to satisfy the hunger of their precious babies.
Everything seemed OK from that point on. I was much calmer in the knowing I had something to feed my wailing hungry baby. My stress became insignificant, at least I had food to put on our table......everything was going to be ok.
