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This coming January will mark eleven years since we lost our first son, and while the brunt of this tragic episode is long behind us, I suspect that the repercussions will last forever. There will always be little reminders, times when I will be taken by surprise, moments that will cause me to hesitate, to pause before reacting. I am at a loss as to how to respond when a...
Butt. Poop. Budge. Intrigued? Amused? Slightly repulsed? Join the club. These were just three of the new words that the Little One learned to use with great gusto during his two weeks in an American day camp last month. Of course, it now seems like ages since we were in the US, but the reality is that we’ve been back for just over a week. Truly, we had a month filled...
The Little One and I are in the swimming pool, and he is holding onto me. Suddenly, he reaches out, pulls at the top part of my bathing suit and peers inside. “Little One,” I said, removing his hand from the striped fabric. “You can’t do that. There are other people around.” “But Mommy,” he said innocently. ” I just wanted to...
Greetings, my faithful readers. Those of you who have been reading this blog for at least the past month should be well-aware of the little saga involving a certain song (“Thank You”, by Lionel Bastos) I received for my birthday, a song that I’d been searching for on and off for eight years. Following that post, a number of people asked how they could hear...
When I gave birth to the Little One, I almost died. The pregnancy itself had been a difficult one. Questionable genetics combined with a bad obstetric history (and that would be putting it mildly) dictated that I would be watched carefully, and that we would always err on the side of caution. Once we cleared the initial genetic hurdles, I found myself faced with such issues as...
For those of you under 30, this post just might not be for you. You lot have always known what a fax machine was, and unless you grew up with a Mac, your computer always came with the Microsoft Windows operating system. Opening and closing virtual windows on your computer comes as natural to you as opening and closing real windows comes to us. When I was in elementary school...
My son the observer “Look, Mommy. Bubble crap.” “Ummm, no sweetie. That would be bubble wrap.” ********************** My son the language specialist “Mommy, do you want me to sing the Ben 10 song in English or Hebrew?” my son asked. “In English,” I replied. “You know I always like it when you use your English.” He...
During the four years that I’ve been writing this blog, I’ve made no secret of the difficult path we traveled in our quest to have a child. Following a series of failed pregnancies and the loss of one son born too prematurely and with too many problems to survive, we turned to egg donation. Amazingly, we received offers to donate from a number of wonderful friends...
At the Little One’s brit milah celebration, the Husband surprised me with a birthday cake of my own. My son was supposed to have been born on my birthday, but when the contractions began on the evening of May 26th, 2004, I knew that our birthdays were not going to be the same. He popped out shortly after 2am on the 28th, just over a week shy of my 36th birthday. Which...