Today i proctored a room full of married woman. Not one was wearing a wedding ring. This surprised me a little so i asked about it. These woman only wear their rings for Shabbos or festive occasions, lest they be lost, stolen, or ruined (many work in preschools by day). I certainly see the validity in this position.
I do things differently. i make a point to wear my rings. proudly. EVERY day. Here's why:
It wasn't always this way. sometimes i'd forget, or i couldn't be bothered. Sometimes the rings irritated my fingers, sometimes their giver, annoyed me.
Several years ago i had an 'AHA' moment. i realized that in order for my marriage to thrive i needed to roll up my sleeves and do some work ( and not just rely on the goodwill of my generous hardworking husband).
When i wear my rings i remember the promises that these rings represent.
I think about the amazing man that gave me these rings, the man that chose ME (me!?!)
I remember my most important role: the one that needs the most work but often gets the least attention.
When i mess up, my rings remind me what im working for. i dust myself off and keep on going.
When we pass each other for days and weeks on end in a blur of doctors appointments and hospitalizations, the rings remind me of all our happy memories and our hopes for the future.
When im stressed or rushed or angry, i think about all of the qualities that i saw in him, how he still has every single one, and how lucky i am to have him.
Sunday, April 19, 2015
seder night
its pesach night again
my husband the seder led
my 7 year old, in bed
lest a seizure rear its head
just him and i, no guests
finish early, more time to rest
its the way i like best
so my patience wont be put to the test
short to the point most meaningful to me
but there is something missing, can you see
convenient but not the way it should be
quite unlike my childhood memory
im always so tired when the seder comes
so happy to celebrate early and run
but will i ever pass to my son
all the wonderful things G-d has done?
the warm enchanted feelings of my youth
of late seder nights and the different things we do
yossi i long to share it with you
so you can be excited too
id stay up to the wee hours if needed
to show you how each step proceded
i see the seder differently in adulthood
but i remember the wonder i once had
i sit at the seder: read and recall
miracles that hashem did for one and all
as an adult, im still not in their shoes
but their troubles have more meaning to me
struggles are a reality
i think of all the boundaires in my life
and yearn for G-d to set me free
to split apart the sea of troubles
and let life flow smoothly
my husband the seder led
my 7 year old, in bed
lest a seizure rear its head
just him and i, no guests
finish early, more time to rest
its the way i like best
so my patience wont be put to the test
short to the point most meaningful to me
but there is something missing, can you see
convenient but not the way it should be
quite unlike my childhood memory
im always so tired when the seder comes
so happy to celebrate early and run
but will i ever pass to my son
all the wonderful things G-d has done?
the warm enchanted feelings of my youth
of late seder nights and the different things we do
yossi i long to share it with you
so you can be excited too
id stay up to the wee hours if needed
to show you how each step proceded
i see the seder differently in adulthood
but i remember the wonder i once had
i sit at the seder: read and recall
miracles that hashem did for one and all
as an adult, im still not in their shoes
but their troubles have more meaning to me
struggles are a reality
i think of all the boundaires in my life
and yearn for G-d to set me free
to split apart the sea of troubles
and let life flow smoothly
Oh My WORD!
This is delicious!
I like avodaco.
I want more dessert.
Now its time to bentch.
Above is a snapshot of the (mostly) new words in Yossi's vocabulary. Its been about 6 (crazy hectic) weeks since our Boston adventure and bli ayin hara Yossi is thriving. i always knew that he understood, he shows us in his own way, but seeing his language expand is an exciting new chapter for us and for Yossi. My heart melts every time i hear his voice, And i must admit that Yossi is quite proud of himself as well. he like to try out his voice for hours at a time, usually in middle of the night! From all the years of disuse, Yossi's voice goes hoarse pretty quickly. he is often left with a tiny squeak that sounds like dying toy batteries, but he is not deterred. he has even begun to feed himself again! now if only we could get the toileting back on track!!
Sunday, April 5, 2015
bus to yesterday
sitting on a bus
just me and the one i love.
for a day away
5 people to stay
with our big little boy
oh the freedom of traveling light
and talking way into the night
responsibilities out of sight
reconnecting feels right
takes me back to another time and place
where he sat in the very same space
to our family we were on the way
to announce we were engaged
on the bus to yesterday
in a country far away
3 girls riding towards a new day
a friendship that would always stay
on the bus to yesterday
a couple brand new
a friendship that grew
new memories soon to go away
on the bus to yesterday
just me and the one i love.
for a day away
5 people to stay
with our big little boy
oh the freedom of traveling light
and talking way into the night
responsibilities out of sight
reconnecting feels right
takes me back to another time and place
where he sat in the very same space
to our family we were on the way
to announce we were engaged
on the bus to yesterday
in a country far away
3 girls riding towards a new day
a friendship that would always stay
on the bus to yesterday
a couple brand new
a friendship that grew
new memories soon to go away
on the bus to yesterday
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