This past week, our 20-month-old came down with a “stomach bug”…24 hours (almost to the hour) of throwing up – and she still managed to keep a smile. She’d get this look of terror in her eyes when she was throwing up, as if to say, “Why is this happening to me?”
The day after she got better, I got sick. I’m actually sitting on the couch now, wrapped in a blanket, while Tim serves me sprite and saltines (all while singlehandedly managing everything else – laundry, kids, dinner, etc.). I married a champ (for real).
All of this made me think about hunger worldwide. When my baby was sick, my focus was completely on her. Everything faded away (everything) and I knew I would spare no expense to have her well again. Similarly, now that I am ill, I am obsessed with getting my body back in working order. I am consumed by my rumbling tummy and the thumping in my head.
Earlier today, Tim was trying to have a conversation with me about family and forgiveness and what it means to live in community. I was barely tracking, holding my Ziploc barf bag and trying to distract my body from its ailments.
“This is what it must be to live with hunger,” I said to Tim – my mind shrouded by a fog, my body begging for mercy.
I recently read that 1 in 4 children struggles with hunger in the United States. That is so not okay with me. And the answer isn’t more government programs. It’s you and me – caring.
Maybe you don’t personally know anyone who lives without food (maybe I don’t either – that’s a problem to me). We still need to do something – a few ideas that comes to mind: Donate to a food bank. Invite a family or an elderly person with a lower-income to your house for dinner (and send home leftovers).
(You know I’m writing to myself more than anything, right?).
Do you personally know anyone who is suffering from hunger (or did you experience a lack of food as a child)? What are you personally doing to combat hunger in our country and worldwide?