June and some friends are spreading stardust around town, in the form of paper bags filled with gifts for the homeless.
One parent gathered toiletries from generous dentists and hotels. Others contributed food and drinks. The girls took paint to the bags, with words and art.
Despite all this goodness, I worried about our words. The words written on the bags, and the tenuous connection between young privileged white girls and people without food or shelter.
The girls wrote:
Believe in Your DreamsToday Will be a Good Day
Thank Happy Be Happy
It's Always Too Early to Give Up
Live Love Laugh
May Your Day Be Happy
But why focus on the weight of our differences? We can all embrace these thoughts. Why anticipate resentment? Why overthink it? The kids sure didn't.
Again, I am wiser to think like a child.
You and yours never waste a minute!
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