06/03/2026
Oh, woman. So strong, yet so vulnerable, and so powerful.
Yesterday, on the 5th of March, we received several new children, with about three different cases arriving in a short time. It felt like moving from one family to another, and then another. With each mother, we sat down, listened, and tried to understand their situations. We counseled them about malnutrition, discussed how to feed their children, assessed their needs, and aimed to grasp the full context of their lives.
The best counselor for a woman is often another woman who has already experienced similar struggles. So, we brought many of the mothers together. We provided a space for them to sit, talk, and encourage one another. They shared their stories and revealed what was truly happening in their homes and hearts.
One child broke my heart. Sometimes, I am still shocked by what I see—the pain and the challenges. There was a one-year-old child crying like a newborn. When you work with children, you learn that a one-year-old’s cry is different, yet this child was the size of a newborn.
Mama Jackie and Mama Chosen welcomed each of these women with love. Every mother who came needed support, encouraging words, and someone to reassure her that she was not alone—that her situation was not unique—and that her child still had the potential to improve.
I remember the smile of one mother as we talked. I believe she understood the message I was trying to convey: There is a plan, there is purpose, and there is a future.
Her child’s sister had died during childbirth, and for the past year, she had been raising this child while carrying that grief. Yet this little one still has potential. This child still has the opportunity to grow and develop if fed properly.
First comes feeding; later comes movement and exercise. However, when a child is so tiny, the immediate goal is simply to nourish their body enough for it to begin growing.
We referred her to the health center, showed her how to feed her child, and provided guidance and encouragement.
But now the question remains: How do we visit this family? How do we walk alongside them beyond this moment?
