"If there’s a world here in a hundred years, it’s going to be saved by tens of millions of little things. The powers-that-be can break up any big thing they want. They can corrupt it or co-opt it from the inside, or they can attack it from the outside. But what are they going to do about 10 million little things? They break up two of them, and three more like them spring up!" - Pete Seeger, in YES! Magazine
Hold a woman's cold, wet, howling, beautiful toddling boy so she could get a shower.
Have YOU ever tried showering in a communal shower while tending to a baby? How about trying to bathe that baby when said shower is the only means of personal hygiene offered? Now add an incredibly dry, dusty, group camp setting, open-air shower and temps dipping into the 60s and you're in for a real treat.
This mom was doing her best, but the babe was clean, and the mom still needed her turn. She couldn't hold him and get herself clean, so she let him stand next to her. He was NOT pleased. He was COLD. And, insult above all insults, WATER was getting into his eyes! (Oh the INHUMANITY!)
I'd only managed to get my undergarments on before finally breaking down and chipping in, but I tend to be a pretty warm body, even in an open-air shower, still damp and in cooler temps. More importantly, however: I've been there.
I asked where his towel was. She pointed the way. I scooped him up and wrapped him, then stood within HIS arm's reach of his mom.
Absolutely. He was still unhappy, but he wasn't so cold, and actually started to settle a bit once he started warming up all bundled in the towel. And if his mom was half as stinky and filthy as I was before hitting the shower, I'm CERTAIN she was happy for those moments to take care of herself!