By Kevin Stoda
Naturally, this year is going to be remembered for the corona virus, but what memories will be tied in with this traumatic time for our children?
One of them for our family will be the arrival at our home on Monday of a yellow school bus. Out came the principle and other volunteers. They had knocked on our door. At our front steps, they had placed a lunch packet for our daughter, Kenzenia.
In addition, they had also placed a large packet of homework for me to oversee that my daughter would undertake over the coming week or weeks.
I thought how cool it was that the principle had come himself to deliver the goods. We joyfully waved them good-bye.
However, that was not all.
On Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, the bus returned and different volunteers brought our daughter her school lunch again and again.
I think it nice that her charter school comes by every day and brings school food through volunteers. Why am I so happy?
Obviously, having a meal from school connects Kenzy to memories and experiences of school days with her classmates all over the neighborhood.
Kids in these days of quarantine are all-out-of-sorts.
This daily delivery makes them feel less isolated and as she eats the food she can recall eating meals with classmates and realize that whereever they are now, her classmates are taking part in the same meal.
It is a sort of communion meal.