What was I thinking? I left my home in "Crocs" (the fake ones, I am proud to admit) and no rain-hat or umbrella.
In case you did not know -- it was pouring, on and off, all day long. (Thank God! We need the rain!)
Well, it might not have been raining hard when I went to teach swimming, but when I was done, the rain was coming down strong!
My son noticed that I had no protection for my head and offered me his jacket, with a hood. I told him that I would be fine.
Again, he suggested I use his hood.
If I took his coat, he would have nothing. I cannot fit into his coat, so I couldn't even trade coats with him. I told him to keep his coat on, that I did not want him to get sick.
He insisted on taking off his coat and giving it to me. "It is more important that you don't get sick," he told me, emphasizing that he is young and strong, and can handle it better if he gets sick. "I have a hood on my sweatshirt," he reassured me, as if that would shield him from the pouring rain.
I saw that he was determined to protect me. He would not accept any other solution.
He was not fighting with me. But, at the same time, he was very gently standing his ground.
I thanked him and accepted his coat, placing the hood on my head.
Then, as we left the building, he saw that I was worried about slipping. He offered his arm for support. This is the same son (I only have one) who won't hold my hand in public anymore. He held my hand the whole way, while we walked slowly and carefully to the car.
I was so touched by his concern, and so proud.
My little boy is growing up.
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
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