Proud that we managed to dress, pack up, and transport the kids to the Yom HaZicaron tekes in Tzur Hadassah tonight. And that my two-year-old stayed silent and un-startled throughout the siren. And that we managed to stay for the first 15 minutes.
Watching all those kids socialize up until they suddenly stopped for the siren… made me realize the enormity of what I’m contributing here. And what here is contributing to me.
It scares the shit out of me. But there’s no where else to be.
Note for next year: Teach my son that after the siren is over, it’s not a cause for shouting “Yay! Yay!”