I post pictures on Instagram of the lunches I pack for my kids to take to school. It helps me keep a visual record of what I’m feeding them each day so that I don’t get into a rut. On a recent photo of one such lunch, a friend commented asking if the girls knew how lucky they were to get these lunches every day. That same week I woke up one morning feeling exhausted and decided to just let the girls buy hot lunch at school that day instead of packing their lunches, so that I could simplify our morning routine.
As they were heading out the door I told them that they were buying and both girls turned and looked at me with dejected faces. One of my daughters said, “Mom, please can you please make me a lunch and bring it to school for me?” My other daughter chimed in, “Yeah mom, please? I don’t really feel like buying hot lunch today. I want what you make.” I promised them that I would as I shooed them out the door, then went inside and collapsed onto the couch. What I really wanted to do at that moment was go and crawl back into bed, but remembering the looks on their faces, I headed for the kitchen instead and packed their lunches, then drove to the school and dropped them off.
Later that day I thought about my friend’s question on Instagram. I don’t think my girls understand the energy that goes into packing their lunches each day, but I know that they love them. As another friend put it, those lunches represent a connection to home that they get to open up during the day. But whether they truly understand or not, I will continue packing them, because it’s not important that they recognize the effort that goes into making them. What matters is that I love those girls and this is one way that I can show them while feeding them a nutritious meal. Isn’t that what service is really all about it? When it comes right down to it, service is love in action. How are you going to go out and love today?