There are some awesome little kids at my son’s school.
A brother and sister decided that for one day, they would provide a busy downtown homeless mission with their bag lunches. 200 lunches. They asked the school for help.
The school responded. 180 students brought in enough peanut butter, bread, juice boxes, socks, oranges, candy canes, and brown bags for 200 people. Actually, they brought in enough for about 350 people.
The whole school pitched in. Some kids made sandwiches, others packed the lunches. And the kindergarten kids, of which my son is one, decorated the brown paper bags.
“I drew a reindeer, and some milk and cookies for Santa. But I’m not sure the guy who eats the lunch is gonna know that. The cookies looked a little weird.”
Secretly, I was a little skeptical. Yeah right, like people who are sleeping in sub zero temperatures and starving are going to give a crap about some kids’ crooked drawings on a paper bag. Sounded like a token effort to make the kindergarten kids feel important.
Then, I read a newspaper article on the project. Specifically, this part:
” ‘I’m going to choke up,’ said Shirley Boyechko as she examined the hand-drawn reindeer on her bag. ‘I think this is beautiful.’
Boyechko, 49, became homeless eight months ago shortly after moving to Edmonton from Winnipeg.
While working for a courier here, she fractured both ankles in separate accidents and had to go on welfare while she recovers.
‘It’s hard to be homeless,’ she says.”
I have always taken for granted that some little person will bring me drawings. Scribblings for my fridge door.