Do you remember when babies were your life? When each day was a whirlwind of food stops and diaper changes and the need for more sleep.
What kept you going?
What provided a counterbalance to your exhaustion and brought you joy?
Your baby's smile that crinkled her eyes when she spotted you?
The sound of gurgling chatter from his crib?
A blissful uninterrupted nap or shower....for you?
We all rush around depleting our emotional and physical energy reserves, responding to work deadlines, children's karate classes and our parents' failing health.
And when the opportunity comes to refuel, to take a long walk, a weekend away, a meal for two, or to join a celebration out of town, it sometimes seems easier to turn the chance down.
We're too tired, We don't feel 100%. It will take so much planning to leave the kids for two days….and on we go.
Sound familiar?
Glancing out the window as I write, I notice the sun is glinting on the rain soaked leaves. It has been that kind of day: torrential rain splattered with bursts of humid, misty sunshine.
And it has been that kind of week in our school and synagogue community.
With celebrations of the highest order and tragedy so deep, we cannot find words to express emotions.
