Tomorrow I will lie to my children.
I will tell them that they are safe, that the terrorist attack can't happen at our shul or at their Jewish day school, that our security is tops.
But today happened only a short drive away, somewhere I attended the occasional bar and bat mitzvah growing up. No security is perfect. Their Jewish school is a target.
So Monday morning I will put them on the bus with a hug and a kiss, and I will smile and say, "See you later," hoping to God I do, and I will tell them I love them because what if that is our last conversation? I'll pretend that I'm not worried because maybe I can give them the illusion of safety. Their cousins going to and from the safe room all night don't even have that.
This Shabbat we will go to shul. And Monday, I will send my sweet babies to school. Because we aren't going anywhere. Am Yisrael Chai.
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