OK, I really do understand why I am so elated about my daughter\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s engagement. After all, I carried her for nine months and 12 days (but who\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s counting), I lived through her colic, and heard her first words, and I took her to nursery school the first day. I remember her innocence and her trust in others and her vulnerability. I remember her sweet little smile and her bouncy walk as she went to kindergarten. I saw her grow up overnight, able to understand the concepts of family therapy as she listened in on conversations with my colleagues. This is the little girl who at 7 remarked to one of my colleagues, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Good metaphor, Dell!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I watched her grow through high school, graduate, and pack herself up to make aliya. I was with her as the plane touched down and tears filled her eyes and she looked at me and said, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m home.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I watched her dance with joy at her siblings\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 weddings and now, she is looking forward to her own.<\/p>\n
All this I understand. It is logical. It is sensible. Every mother wants happiness for her children.<\/p>\n
But why do I feel such a sense of happiness for her fianc\u00c3\u00a9, someone I hardly know? Of course I think that he will be a very happy man, married to someone who is full of love, who is giving and caring. But it is more than that. When I see him, I smile. His face is kind. His voice is gentle. Maybe my happiness comes from seeing the reflection of her in his eyes. <\/p>\n
May they always reflect each other– the sparkle in their eyes, the kindness of their souls, the sweetness of their love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
OK, I really do understand why I am so elated about my daughter\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s engagement. After all, I carried her for nine months and 12 days (but who\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s counting), I lived through her colic, and heard her first words, and I took her to nursery school the first day. I remember her innocence and her trust […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-97","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-family-life","category-ramblings","entry"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/drsavta.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/drsavta.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/drsavta.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/drsavta.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/drsavta.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=97"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/drsavta.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/drsavta.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=97"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/drsavta.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=97"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/drsavta.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=97"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}