Last December Sonbeam was suddenly asked to work at his old primary school as a teaching assistant, purely as a stopgap measure to replace somebody who had left unexpectedly. The school was actively looking for a qualified replacement, and so he only expected to have that job for a few weeks at the most. However, the teachers he worked with decided that they liked him so much that they wanted him to stay on for at least the next school year, and possibly beyond. I was very pleased about this, because a stable job is nothing to sneeze at in this day and age, and it would surely lead to greater things (possibly a full-time teaching position at that very school).
One thing was worrying them greatly, though: the fact that he is a college student enrolled in a very demanding course, and already working at two other tutoring jobs. They were worried that his studies would suffer, and were loathe to add to his workload.
What changed their minds? Why, my homemade lunchboxes, the sight of which reassured them immensely. Apparently handmade riceballs, made with a mother’s love (somewhat grudging, in my case) were a sign that he was getting the “right” amount of support at home. After that, they had no hesitation in recommending him for the job.
I knew it was the right thing to do. I knew it would pay off. I just knew it.
NEVER underestimate the power of bento. It can shape the very course of lives.