Let’s feed some babies.
We just got back from a beautiful little weekend on the Sunshine Coast of British Columbia. (We took a trip there this exact same weekend last year.) I’ll be sharing more tomorrow, but today I just wanted to pop in and say hi.
I took these pictures of my kids one morning last week when they were tugging on my heartstrings and on my nerves in perfectly equal measure. I couldn’t help but smile and thought I should snap a few pics of these perfectly-imperfect breakfast-table mornings that I am bound to forget.
These two boys, with their wild bed head and peanut butter cheeks, swing from sweet and cuddly to spitting angry to wailing sadness all in the span of a piece of toast. It’s blessed, frustrating, happy chaos.
There’s a piece of news I wanted to share. Today, the United Nations World Food Programme has launched a campaign in honour of Canada’s 150th anniversary to raise 150K meals for hungry children in Haiti. All you have to do is download their Share The Meal app and look for team #canuck. For $4.55, less than the cost of the jar of jam pictured, you can donate an entire week of meals to a child in need.
The ShareTheMeal app helps many countries, but Haiti has been hit by numerous natural disasters in recent years. Last year marked the third consecutive year of drought, and with circumstances compounded by the devastating hurricane Matthew, over 800,000 people were left in urgent need of food. Countless children are still going hungry.
As someone who lives in a country of abundance, with plenty of food for my family and then some, it is impossible to wrap my head around what it would feel like to be a mom in that situation. Unable to put something in my hungry babies’ bellies. There’s a throbbing ache in my heart when I try to imagine putting my little ones to bed with pains in their middles from having nothing to eat.
I joined team #Canuck and donated a week of meals. Then I picked a monthly donation that equals a small percentage of my monthly ad income from Foodess to continue helping, in honour of my two well-fed little ones. It isn’t a lot of money, but it’s something I can afford.
It’s funny, isn’t it, how uncomfortable charity makes us (or is it just me?). How giving anything at all makes us feel guilty for not giving more.
It makes me think of the story of an old man throwing beached starfish back into the sea. The grandson asks him, “Why are you bothering? You can’t possibly make a difference.” And the old man responds, as he tosses back another:
“It made a difference to that one.”
With that story from my own childhood in my heart, I’m sharing a small amount, trying not to feel guilty that the number isn’t higher, knowing that it makes a difference to at least one mom. A mom that could have been me, had I not had the tremendous good fortune of being born in this country of bounty.
I encourage you to join this force of world helpers, everyone giving a little bit, adding up to thousands and thousands of nutritious meals. Meals distributed by a sustainable government school program supported by it’s own local agriculture. Once you’ve shared a week of meals, share it on your social media and tag a friend asking them to follow suit. Use the hashtag #ASK1TOASK1. Let’s fill some hungry tummies today.
PS. I just want to kiss the angry frown off those peanut-butter lips.