Yesterday was my oldest son's first field trip at school. I was excited for him. He asked me lot's of questions about it..."Will I ride the bus there? Will I be on a different bus than the one that takes me to school and brings me home? What will we be doing there" All very good questions. One thing that struck me though, was what he didn't ask: "Will I have lunch to eat?" Why did I think of that? Why did it strike me as strange?
There I was in the kitchen, putting his crackers, apple, chips, juice box and a special treat of pumpkin cookies all together in a plastic grocery bag. I carefully tied the bag and got out the post it notes and with a black sharpie, wrote his name, his teachers name and K (for kindergarten), then used packaging tape to affix it to the grocery bag. I used three long pieces of tape. I worried it would get lost. I got a sinking feeling in my stomach when I thought of what he would do if he lost his lunch. It was the same feeling I had as a little girl who didn't have a lunch, a pencil, clean clothes, a snack, money for the book fair...and on and on.
I can't help but think about those few little ones in our school, in our community, in our state, in our country, in our world who are forgotten. They are forgotten by their parents. The only people in the world who's sole responsibility it is to look out for them, and they choose not to. It breaks my already broken heart. My boys, have a lunch. I make sure of it. I pack it or ensure of it each and every day, and for that I am so grateful. Each day that I provide their "lunch" my heart is healed a little more.
Tabitha
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