So here I am now, sitting at my computer, a complete flubbering mess. This morning, my whole family attended a religious ceremony at my my son’s school (my grade one-er). There we were, all six of us; me, hubby, two grandmothers, two grandfathers, beaming with pride. I was on video camera duty, hubby on regular camera duty. We were all right there, the cheering squad, front row.
And as they called his name to come up and receive his siddur, or Jewish Prayer Book, I just couldn’t hold it together. He mouthed to me during the show “I KNEW YOU WERE GOING TO CRY!” I can’t help it. I’m sensitive, I’m emotional, I’m a crier. The kids put on a show for over an hour. They were perfect. It was first class. And I wasn’t the only mess by the way. A few other moms also had their Kleenexes out.
So as I pondered today’s Blog post, something about decisions and choices resonated for me. Choices and decisions we make about someone ELSE’S life. Be it a sick parent, a handicapped sibling, a child. Be it a decision a doctor makes for his patient, or a lawyer makes for his client. We often have to make choices and decision for others. How do we make the right choice?
