The Nurse at our Appointment
Yesterday afternoon at 4:30 PM I had to take Yoel out to an appointment.
Is there, like, anything sweeter than that? Getting to leave my house full of fighting, demanding, mess-making kids and spend it…anywhere else.
When we arrived at our appointment, the nurse on the other side of the desk was a Charedi woman in her thirties with a black snood and a sweet, down-to-earth smile.
“I am sorry to have kept you waiting…” she said.
“That’s OK. Any excuse to get more of a breather from the house and kids in the afternoon is much appreciated.”
No response. The sweet, down-to-earth smile suddenly shaky, awkward.
And in an instant I understood… What this woman wouldn’t do to, like me, have a house full of fighting, demanding, mess-making and unfathomably beloved children or even child waiting for her back home.
And the sudden sweetness of my life, my family, my home– burst, like a bite of juicy orange, deep in my heart.