When Monte B. was born, my mother swaddled him and gently rubbed lotion onto his forehead and cheeks. “May you always be as sweet as you smell,” she whispered into his ear. She taught me how to mother, how to love.
Today we met some of the women who helped mother our Mercy. We left downtown Urumqi, passing miles and miles of new construction and an hour later finally turned off the horns-blaring, crowded highway onto a rutted dirt road. Jolting past goat herds and outdoor billiard tables, we pulled up to the gates of a green campus with towering glass buildings. The orphanage, renovated just last year with support from the Half the Sky Foundation, was beautiful. We heard birds for the first time since arriving in China, and we were greeted by the dean, who personally led us on a guided tour.