Feeding the hungry
It’s Friday afternoon and I’m grocery shopping with my eldest, a precocious 5 year old. She’s been a peach through and through and we’ve had a nice time together browsing the aisles. At the checkout, she spies a candy bar and picks it up, glancing up and me hopefully. “Put it back,” I tell her. She smiles coquettishly. “No.” “You have to put it back,” I reply. “I’m not buying it and you have no money.” She sighs and returns the candy bar to its spot on the shelf.
A moment later, she notices a sign next to the register inviting customers to join Shaw’s supermarket in the fight against hunger. There are little stubs to donate money in increments of $1, $3 and $5. She asks me what the stubs are for. I explain that it’s a way to help people who don’t have any money to buy food. She pulls off a $5 stub and says, “Oh, mom, can we please do this?” I seize the opportunity to demonstrate generosity for my child and hand the stub to the cashier, who scans it and hands it back to me. I hand it to my daughter, who holds it with an expression I mistake for reverence, and then says, “Great! Now I have money to buy food!”