June 29, 2008
Small Things
By Joy Canning “Mom, what”s a bum?” asked my daughters, beginning one of those ill-timed but precious bedtime conversations. Apparently their music teacher warned them to pay attention in school or they would surely end up “bums” collecting cans from the garbage. We discussed what he might have meant by “bum,” and then it happened. In one of my most cherished moments as a parent, both girls decided the people they see collecting cans from the garbage are too hardworking to deserve the label of “bum.” I live for those moments””moments when the beauty of my daughters” hearts shapes their
