The Soldier’s Pregnant Wife
Hadas, our oldest, is our pioneer/guinea pig, who introduces Josh and me to every new stage of life as parents of Israeli children. Hadas was the first child we had to figure out where to send to gan, to school, to high school, and now to (WOW!) National Service.
A few weeks ago Hadas’ principal gave a talk for us mothers about National Service, which the vast majority of my daughter’s classmates will be volunteering for next year.
As we waited for the rabbi to arrive, Hadas and I sat down in the front row (my choice, not Hadas’), and I took out a pen and a pocket notebook– I didn’t want to miss a word of this!
In his talk, the principal emphasized the irreplaceable contribution National-Service girls make in Israel’s schools, hospitals, orphanages, non-profits, etc. etc. etc. He also spoke at length about the potential risks of National Service, and the steps we must take to stay clear of them.
But he also said one line, which surprised me. And stuck with me.
The Rabbi said, “And, of course, all these girls IY”H in the coming years will merit to do true National Service, as mothers who raise the children and build the families of Am Yisrael.”
This morning I was walking by the Central Bus Station when I noticed a young couple walking towards me. The husband was an IDF soldier, with a green uniform and a rifle slung around his shoulder.
This is a very scary time to be a soldier. Over recent weeks, Arab terrorists have been targeting our young soldiers, and nearly every day a soldier has been injured or killed.
I looked at the baby face of the soldier walking towards me, and thought of the risks which he and thousands like him endure so that Jews can live in the land of Israel.
And then I looked at his very pregnant wife, and I thought of the principals’ words: “all these girls IY”H will merit to do true National Service, as mothers who raise the children and build the families of Am Yisrael.”
And tears sprung into my eyes as I looked at this couple and thought of his National Service. And hers. And mine. And yours.