I love my babies like other people love their living children and/or animals. They’re literally my children. I look after them, buy them clothes, make sure they have safe transportation like actual car seats. Nurturing them is self-care for me. Nurture is my word this year. It means to care for in a loving way that benefits both you and the nurtured party. It feeds my soul to take care of them because all of the attention is not on me. I am helping another and me, in a roundabout way. I am nurturing myself socially by being part of the reborn community on Facebook. We are talking thousands of women, and some men, who care for reborns. Maybe their reason is infertility, maybe it’s depression, maybe it’s a terminal diagnosis. Whatever their reason, they experience that same joy, that need to be needed, that desire to help and serve others. I am nurturing myself physically by holding them and loving on them – they have given me someone/something to love. I am nurturing myself spiritually by calming the chaos of my mind through a sleeping baby. Jesus promised the peace which passes all understanding shall be mine in Christ Jesus. Well, Jesus delivered.