The Lessons My Daughter Teaches Me

The past couple of days went in a haze...we had one more alarm, on Thursday morning and one horrific terrorist act in Jerusalem, where a bomb exploded in a bus station, killing an English citizen and wounding dozens.

In all this madness, I am amazed by my daughter, I really am. On Tuesday night when we had the alarm I had to get out barefoot - I panicked so much that I couldn't find my slippers , I also couldn't find any sweaters or jackets . Believe me, it is not very peachy to stand outside your aparment on a cold March night in your nightgown together with your equally tired and confused neighbours. So Maya decided we need to be prepared. She aligned her Crocs and my flip-flops, asked me to take out some warm clothes from the closet "just in case", put on her Ben 10 cap and tied a couple of toys with sellotape onto their craddle ("not to fall off when we take them out, in case of alarm"). I kissed her like crazy and cried a bit so she asked me if it is because I am afraid of the bombs and so I cried more...My God, and she is not 5 years old yet...Why does she have to know about terrorist acts and bombs and alarms? Is this the world she is going to live in? I am not going to write about politics and stuff like that on my blog because I don't think I could be an objective writer and that is not fair for my readers. I am only a lonely mother trying to keep her daughter safe...Maybe she'll be all the things I am not and maybe she'll be the one to change something. I canonly guide her and surround her with my love and stay up at night worrying...

I can only teach her the values I think are important in life and let her teach me the wisdom of childhood.

I pray to God to give me strenght to be the pillar my daughter needs me to be...