Today, I was a part of Food for Families, an effort that brings together
a room full of people to make sandwiches and meal packages to feed
hungry families in New York City. I have done this before, each time
with one or more of my children. It can be challenging sometimes to buy
the requisite supplies (5 loaves of bread and 16 pieces of fruit per
person, which was a lot when I was out of work, but wanted to take all three kids). It can be challenging sometimes to make hundreds of peanut
butter and jelly sandwiches without returning home covered in the
sticky stuff. Yet, along with many other families, we get past the
challenges of time or money or comfort, and in a two hour period, we
generate about a thousand meal packages, each consisting of sandwiches,
snacks, and a drink.
Obviously, we can't fix the situation for people who are hungry every
day. But one day each month, hundreds of people--adults and children, I
imagine, get a little something extra, courtesy of our room full of
people.
While I am sure that the title "Food For Families" came from the idea that
the effort was actually feeding hungry families, what I have seen over my years participating is that the "families" part is on the
giving end as well as the receiving. Food For Families has become a
place where people bring their kids, whether the kids are five or
fifteen. Whether the children are capable of making sandwiches or
following a list to fill meal bags or simply just bagging the cookies to
include, they have a real role in the 1000 meals. Whatever their age,
they learn that when families work together, families benefit.
In a weekend filled with the mundane tasks that keep my own family
running, I am glad I took a few hours, with part of my family, to help keep some
other families running too. It may have done more for me and my kids
than a refrigerator full of fresh food and drawers full of clean
laundry.
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