On New Year’s Day we make promises to be better versions of ourselves. Promises which fade as soon as temptation appears in front of us.
On Mother’s Day we tell the woman who gave birth to us that she matters and that we love her. As if one day makes up for hours of labour and years of cooked meals, shelter, clothing and love.
And on Thanksgiving day we give thanks for all the things that we are grateful for.
One day out of a year.
Today I volunteered. Packing little gift bags for the homeless who have come to share a meal and give thanks. One day out of the year I have done this. Do the homeless not need feeding every day?