Sitting on a New York subway train was a young teenager no more than fifteen years old, precariously holding a newborn infant. I overheard her tell someone that the baby was only a few days old. Less than a week old and the mother had this tiny thing, my guess is, no more than five and a half pounds on a subway train. Although it was a warm day, the baby had no blanket, no shoes, and nothing on her head. The mother was just a child herself. Nevertheless, she looked at the child with love and affection. And doing what she could, she was being protective of the baby. However, the way she was holding the baby, you could tell that no one had showed her how to properly hold an infant. Did she have any idea how those few minutes of pleasure would change her life forever? I couldn't help wonder if she herself had been born to a teen mother. I thought about the cycle. Children with no parenting skills having children, raising children to raise children when no one has any idea about how to handle a child, much less the responsibilities of a parent. All they know is that a child is born, and they are now a part of their life.