Its not about me?

Ive been wanting to blog a little about my newest job. I mostly wanted to update people on my job, but something happened to me today at work that made me think so I chose to write about it instead.
Last Wednesday I worked in the Childrens Center. I loved it. We were swamped. There were 6 kids under the age of 6 and one at school. I had some help but mostly I was on my own. The baby spent most of the day with other advocates so I could give attention to the older ones. One was sick and some of the others are just starving for attention and affection.
Confession, sometimes when I am here I get very arrogant in my mind and pat myself on the back for my patience and compassion. At times I judge other advocates for their attitudes towards clients and try to remind myself that I am new and I dont understand all of this yet.
So today I wanted to go and talk to one of the boys that I spent a lot of time with on Wednesday. I talked with him a lot and helped him read and he even drew me pictures that day, but when I went in today, he did not even recognize me....Not that I changed his life that day or anything, but what a reminder that I am a very small piece of his life and will probably be long forgotten....I guess I just didnt think it would be so quickly. I realize that he has been through a lot and met a lot of strangers over the past week, but it reminded me of my own importance, or lack there of. I do not do this job to be remembered or to be special in these kids lives. I and the other advocates are part of something huge that really is positive and potentially life changing for them, but it is not all about me and I need to be reminded of that often.
I hate to think about where these kids might end up or what statistics show about kids that go through what many of them have gone through, but I know the possibilty exists and it breaks my heart, but that wont stop me from doing what I can to give them a good day every once in a while. I wish I could take each one home and hug them and read with them and talk through things with them, but I cant. Or I wish that I could hand pick families for each one where I knew they would get what they need, but I cant.
What does God think about all of this. How does he trust us with each other; especially when we are babies. What a huge responsibilty that we have. This job at times makes me want to stop and just raise a family of my own. ONe where I can hold the baby and meet it's needs and not have to leave him or her with someone else after 8 hours. But then Im reminded that if that were the case I would easily get wrapped up in that and not be available to care for these babies and women who have needs just as great and even if I cant "fix" each one, I can be a part of their lives and even if it is unappreciated or quickly forgotten, it is important and necessary that I am here.