It hurts

Today, little X. bumped his head. I saw it coming but was too slow to react.

Each time you bump your head or get hurt, my heart goes through a tight wrenching. I would rather all your pains and hardships, now and in the future, be upon me instead.

In search of happiness . . .

One of my best friends, D. emailed me today, and here’s a line from that email: “I’m glad you are feeling so positive. It’s not like you, but it’s still good.” Yea, I gotta learn to be happy, because I have so many reasons to be.

One other best friend, S. and I always joke about me being her safta, a true blooded Polish-Jewish-Woman who is critical and paranoid and full of complaints. If you’re Jewish, you probably know what I mean.