By Gable Roby
Empower students performing with the 2012 Spirit of Uganda Tour pose with 5-month-old Parker Roby. From left to right, Mary Nakabuubi, Faith Kansiime, Sharon Kyomugisha, and Miriam Namala.
As most moms of American babies will tell you, there is a palpable sense of unease when people meet your new infant. Americans gush oohs and ahhs and put their hand over their heart and congratulate you. But we Americans wring our hands and adore from a distance, afraid to actually touch without a squirt of Purell, afraid of disturbing their peaceful sleep by speaking too loudly. We even hesitate handing them off to others, as if the slightest jostle might injure their tiny necks.
So, imagine my surprise on a recent Sunday at lunch when my baby was hoisted from my arms and passed around the room. Nobody seemed to need permission, and they certainly didn’t wait for approval before handing her off to another friend. I watched cautiously — OK, anxiously — as my daughter was bounced, danced, snuggled, and sung to by 11 girls whose first names I didn’t know and whose last names I couldn’t pronounce. Their confidence was impressive.
“How old are you?” I asked one of the younger ones. “Eleven,” Donatina said. Wow. OK.
My daughter began to fuss and Sharon immediately grabbed her. “She’s hungry,” she said. “Can I feed her?” Umm. I glanced at my watch. Gosh … it is bottle time. “OK, let me go warm it up.” Man, how did she know that? It took me weeks to learn what that cry meant.
My hesitation turned to relaxation, and before long I had wandered off to join the buffet line. I thoroughly enjoyed my lunch and listened in on several fascinating conversations with the boys. As Sharon wiped my daughter’s spit-up off her Empower African Children sweatshirt, she smiled across the room to reassure me that things were still going well.
Of course, they’ve been raised in an environment where helping out with the unending rocking, feeding, and burping is a part of being in community. Skin on skin. Spit-up on sweatshirts. And suddenly, I couldn’t feel more comfortable with it. So strange. Just 10 minutes ago I was so nervous. But when you truly live in community, you have more experience with small children than I do. So I enjoyed the lunch and trusted that someone would come find me if I was needed.
After lunch, we heard the group sing a beautiful a cappella prayer, a harmonious experience in more ways than one. Our daughter’s crying stopped; she was mesmerized with the sound. As tears filled my eyes, I wondered — if my husband and I were to unexpectedly leave this earth, would a community of people quickly rise up to take care of my daughter the way these girls had done today? Am I doing what I can to ensure that other people’s children, like the ones that sang before me, are being provided for?
A great reminder, in that moment, to continue trusting in, and investing in, community.
And leaving the hand sanitizer at home.
Gable Roby is the daughter-in-law of Empower African Children’s CEO Frank Roby. She can be reached at gable.roby@gmail.com.


Ugandan native and spouse to one of our former students, Monday Atigo (third from right) established his U.S. trucking business early this month. Monday and his wife, Sarah, hope to bring the service over to Uganda some day.