Hi delicious children,
I'm sorry if I've been a little short with you lately. Too many people in our lives have been sick lately and not the kind of sick that you feel better after some chicken soup and good night sleep; rather it's the sick that lives with you for months or even years and makes you wonder if you will ever be healthy again.
When I think about how absolutely blessed we are with our health, I feel badly about my anger towards what I perceive as imperfections: the house not perfectly clean and in order, shoes and backpacks and teddy bears not put back in their proper place, a not so nice work colleague making me want to quit my job for all the wrong reasons, my not being better at filling out school and camp forms and scheduling playdates and participating in each and every school activity (and not staying through music time with Avery today - I'm sorry my darling shana, I know how important that was to you today and I don't want to ever let you down).
But then I also think that if I didn't have these imperfections as an outlet for my anger and fear for these friends and family I love so dearly, I might really fall apart.
So today, I am writing to you to let you know that I am thankful for life's daily nuisances which both free me from my fear and let me take a step back and laugh at myself.
Shabbat shalom and much love,