It was a FANTASTIC first day of religious school, if I may say so myself. The kids had fun, the parents were smiling, and there were no major glitches.
The only difficult part came in the morning, before I even left the house. As I was getting my stuff together to head out the door, I heard meowing. I opened the door to let Simcha in, and who came in instead? An injured bird, fleeing from Simcha the mighty hunter, who was obviously trying to finish it off so he could properly leave it on our doorstep.
You've never lived until you've had the "why do creatures die and what happens at death" talk with a near-4-year old spontaneously at 7:30 in the morning.
What did you say to Xander and what happened to the bird?
ReplyDeleteDear Rabbi....I can think of no greater challenge to test your mettle than having to one-on-one with your son that early morning.
ReplyDeleteAnd to go directly from that emotinally-charged moment to the successful Opening Day of your school proves you've got what it takes. Kol haKavod!!!
You take my breath away.