What will happen to this infant, this being of infinite possibility? Given her dire beginnings, she may well lead a life of limitless sorrow—but she does not need to be defined by those beginnings. It depends on how well our world can nurture her. Perhaps our world will provide just enough loving refuge—enough “shelter from the storm” as Dylan has sung—so the baby, unlike her mother, can come to know herself as something other than her own worst enemy.
