It was a rough start to Shabbos all the way around. Working later than planned, having a son who was not feeling great after a too exciting New Year's Eve and being totally unprepared made it a rocky start. Then this morning one son woke up on the wrong side of every bed we own! He was angry about everything. My reaction was not so great. I took it WAY too personally and we fought the whole way to shul. That really isn't how we normally "celebrate" Shabbos. I sat near tears in the hallway and tried to smile a greeting to all my friends. Some gave me encouragement and others gave me company. One good friend said "why don't you come for lunch."
I thought "yeah, why don't I?" And from that moment on, my day got better. My son actually apologized to me for his comments on the way. That almost never happens. Then I told my friends about some of the complicated things going on in my life, and we all hung out and drank tea. There was an incident between the kids, but all tears have dried, and I now have a house full of boys! My two and 3 borrowed for the night. What fun!
The last blog was about how grateful I am for my friends. Well, today they put it into action. Once again, I am left thinking, where would I be without them? How would I survive without my community? How would I survive without Shabbos?
So to my friends, near or far, whether we spoke today or many years ago. You, yes, you are what make my days better and my years memorable. Thanks for all you do and knowing when to call or make me a cup of tea. Thanks. No, really, I owe you one!
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