For the sake of the innocent, He became small and innocent, crying and begging His mother for food. He had two sets of parents, Narayana's love equal for both. His regard was balanced and impartial: Devaki and Vasudeva on one side, Nanda and Yashoda on the other. He was born in one place, raised to greatness in another. He shows neither more nor less to anyone; God is the same to all. Both homes were equal to Him. What grew from before continued growing. He grew through the nourishment of devoted service, through lovingly prepared offerings. Through their efforts and earnings, they offered their wealth, and all of it was surrendered to Krishna. They gave Krishna everything: cows, horses, buffaloes, servants, their very lives. They served Him with all their being and did not leave His Name for even a moment. Even a moment apart from Him made their souls frantic and distressed. Their thoughts, meditations, and entire being were devoted to Hari. The body went through its work, but the heart was with Him. Their constant thought was: 'Where has Krishna gone? Has Krishna eaten? Has Krishna not?' 'Krishna has come home, Krishna has gone out. Krishna is our kinsman. Let us meet Krishna.' Singing ovis of Krishna while grinding and pounding, calling Krishna at mealtimes. Krishna in their waking, in their sitting, in their sleeping. Krishna in their dreams, Krishna's form everywhere. Krishna appeared to them even in passing shadows and fleeting worries. Says Tuka, blessed are the mother and father of such a child.