It was the only time I ever called a radio station. At
least so far. Who knows, maybe tomorrow another
desperate situation will arise. That time, I was a
young mother, and the talk show topic was how to
keep your preschoolers busy and out of trouble. I
called. And pleaded…
It seems we are a people
who love new beginnings.
Turning over a new leaf.
Wiping the slate clean.
Waking up to the
dawn of a new day.
Getting second chances…
Two women: one old, one young. One barren, one
unmarried. Neither expecting to have a baby. At least not now…Maybe a few decades ago…Or after the vows had been
exchanged… But not now! And yet, they both were. Both could have been divorced. One, before she became
pregnant—because by Jewish Talmud law, if you could not
provide an heir for your husband, he could divorce you.
The other, after.—Again, she was pregnant out of wedlock.
In fact, most would have wanted her stoned.…
The first was a caption from my web page, a cry from my heart, thinking of my mother who died eighteen years ago.
An incredible woman, even in the midst of debilitating chemo, she regularly made dinner for someone else who was sick in the tiny slot of time when Mom didn’t feel horrible herself.
A mother has a natural bond with a child but a father has to build one.