Not Alone |
Today, I was moved by something I did not see coming.
It started when I took the liberty of sharing a personal picture on my WhatsApp status – something that I generally try to avoid. Almost immediately, I got a number of messages that brought tears to my eyes.
The picture was of my 47-year-old husband, a rabbi and an emergency physician, in an army uniform.
Over the two-and-a-half decades we have been married, I have known him in scrubs, in dress shirts, in sweaters, and in suits. I have seen him run out of the house in the middle of the night in pajamas and a sweatshirt to answer a call from neighbors.
But I had never seen him in an army uniform.
So today, when he returned home in uniform for the first time, I was feeling especially proud, and I posted a picture of him.
My phone started to ping with responses. The ones that made me especially emotional were not from people commenting on my husband. Not from people commenting on the uniform.
They were the ones that came from wives of miluimnikim, soldiers who have spent months on end over the last few years in active duty.
Again and again, women wrote some version of the same thing:
“Welcome to being a miluim wife!”........