Yesterday my kids and I made valentines for a nearby homeless shelter/soup kitchen, and today I delivered them, along with lollipops and some other donations. It was great to see my kids get excited about giving to people they don’t know.
While this little project was fun, it was certainly bittersweet. In my little, sheltered world, it’s easy to get wrapped up in middle class problems and forget how awful it is that some people have to sleep outdoors in February. When I visited the shelter today, I got a powerful reminder, and I realized just how little I do to help people who really need it.
I know a valentine and a lollipop can’t change a life, but maybe they can bring a smile, however brief, to someone’s face.