"Singing Badly Sunday: My Own Home: I miss it."
This is my friend Yael, who lives in Israel with her two children, ages 7 and 5.
It's been very difficult to be witty or sarcastic the last few days knowing she's dealing with one of the biggest parenting challenges I can think of... Protecting her children from rocket fire. So this particular blog post from her is incredibly haunting.
I'm not going to politicize here. I have Israeli and Palestinian acquaintances, both tired of this shit. Both just wanting to have regular parental worries, like which daycare to choose or public school vs. homeschool - without wondering which is less likely to be bombed in the process. Both praying for peace.
So, this week, although I have some gems in the bank, I'm going to save the funny and spend my time being thankful for never knowing war on Canadian soil in my lifetime, and pray it continues in Zuul's lifetime. I'm going to snuggle her a little closer, and be happy she's crying because she can't reach a toy or her gums ache, not because the sirens and explosions are scaring her. But most of all, despite being theologically cynical, I'm going to pray for peace and for the safety of Yael and her angels, and all the babies in Gaza and Israel that are innocent to all this garbage.
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