One of my girls is having a hard time with being here. I can't go into details because I really can't invade her privacy here on the blog. If I were anonymous I'd spill it all.
On Shabbat, I was sitting with some friends, thinking to myself, "Wow. This is okay. These women are great and I'm starting to feel about them as I feel about the women I left behind, (whom I love and miss so much). This is a good place I'm in."
But they say you can only be as happy as your saddest kid.
I'm feeling pretty sad right about now.
Still, I know that we all have our good days and our bad days. I'm entitled, and my kids are entitled. [The only one who's not entitled is Isaac.]
I just know it will be okay. My kids will get through this challenging period in their lives and come out on the other end better for it. They will be, with G-d's help, stronger women and prouder Jews.
Maybe they'll never thank me for bringing them on this journey, but I think they will understand me.
The Stuff That Lasts, Part Deux
2 weeks ago