Our children, Our Worry: A Shared Jewish Story |
Friday mornings in Israel have a meaning rarely understood by the outside world.
The front door opens, and there they are. A duffel bag slung over a shoulder. An army uniform slightly wrinkled from the journey home. A little thinner than when they left. A little older. A little more tired.
In that instant, you exhale.
This weekend, my niece and nephew came home from base. My own children are grown now, but when you help raise your baby sisters and watch them build families of their own, the children become more than nieces and nephews. They become extensions of your heart.
The first thing we do is what families have always done when the people they love come home. We ask if they’re hungry. We start a load of laundry. And when nobody was looking, I........