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Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Some Days are Like That....

We are smack in the middle of end-of-the-year-celebrations!

I did not get a chance to post about yesterday's phenomenal program -- starting with the tour led by the 6th graders, and ending with performances by the 1st through 5th grade classes.

I am too tired to post about today's program -- starting with music, dance, and theatrical performances, followed by a combination of touring and project presentations, by my daughter's 8th grade. We left before the program was over to go to....

My two daughters' gymnastics presentation.... which I am also not going to post about now.

In short, I have had two LONG days and I am EXHAUSTED!

I should have gone to sleep as soon as I got home.

Instead, I had a fight with my son (because he acted in an age-appropriate way -- i.e. like a kid -- and I did handle the situation properly)

Then I ran away. (in a manner of speaking)

I really wanted to go to this month's laughter workshop. I really needed to laugh. And my youngest daughter was eager to come with me! (How special is that?!) But the workshop was across town and I was too tired to drive.

So I went to our monthly English Rosh Hodesh Shiur (class). The shiurim (classes) are always interesting and it is really nice to hang out with other English speakers.

I was running late, and got confused. I went into the building, but I could not find the apartment for the shiur. I walked up and down the stairs, and finally gave up.

Then, I looked at the piece of paper in my hand and realized I was in the wrong building!

I walked up the hill, to the right building. When I entered, the speader expressed her frustration about people arriving late and interupting the flow of the shiur. I almost burst out crying.

I sat there, barely listening, just trying to compose myself.

I did not want to interupt again by leaving, and I did not want to call attention to myself by crying.

I know the woman who gave the shiur, and she has always been so nice to me. I knew there must have been something else going on (apparently there had been many interuptions before I arrived). I struggled to focus on the shiur, and listen to the insightful things she had to say. After the shiur was over, I apologized for the interuption. But then I made the mistake of mentioning that I almost broke down in tears.

I really should have just stayed home and gone to bed.

Did I mention that my daughter, Y, thanked me for coming with her today and told me she had a really nice time?

Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.

With love and optimism,


Anonymous said...

I wish I had a way with words to let you know how your writing touches my heart. It's such a huge awareness that we never realize what another person is going through and how our own words could effect. I had the same experience of going the first time to a shiur and finding myself in the wrong building and took forever til I found the right one. But I was fortunate, my teacher welcomed each and every person no matter how late they came. We never know the effect we can have on others!!!

How sweet Y is for thanking you - I love when my kids thank me, makes me feel all the other stuff was worth it.


Anonymous said...

Dear RivkA,
I know the feeling of the hurt and tears taking over concentration. Had the same experience last Yom Kippur for most of the Chag.
All I can say is taht I'm so sorry you had to go through this and that your story taught me that I should be more patient with others.

Take care!

Jack Steiner said...

Life has its moments.

Anonymous said...

I davka think that it is good that you told her how you felt, and that it wasn't a mistake. Perhaps that will save someone else from having to go through the same thing? Some people aren't so aware of the power of their words.
Ellen L.

Gila said...

Sounds like you had a rough couple hours. Hugs!

BTW, have decided to make an effort to make it to J'lem at least once a month!