“Thank you for teaching me these lessons and helping me grow into a mature adult”
About a year ago I wrote you a letter in this space, describing how I felt left out while watching you give so much to my sister who was struggling. Now, I want to say I’m sorry. I’ve learned a few things since then, and I realize that my attitude was mistaken.
I look at Babby and Zeidy who, back when I was a kid, weren’t much older than you are now. You hosted them, not the other way around, never dreaming of them coming to babysit to give you a break.
I now understand that you don’t owe anything to me, and that each moment you spend with us, your adult children, and each gift you give, is an extra.
In our society, kids get married young. Many of my friends go to their mothers weekly to drop off their kids and take food for Shabbos, or crash by them whenever they need a break. The problem is that when you’re busy looking at others, your view of your own world gets blurry.
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