Last year in Gan, with the prolonged bully issue, Raphaela became passive and quiet and fell into the role of the victim, as did many other children in her class. This year as one of the older girls in the class, she has become confident and "cool," a leader for the other children.
Today, when we went to the Children's Museum in downtown Boston, a boy (a stranger) her age tried to prevent her from playing with a particular interactive toy. Raphaela stood her ground physically and emotionally for five minutes against this boy, until he backed down. I couldn't have been more grateful for her new Gan at that moment.
As our trip winds down - our flight to Israel, barring a snowstorm, tomorrow - Raphaela has had to say goodbye to " Hilary's House" and it's beloved tenants, and today my brother Judah "The Macabee" returned to New York. My daughter cried tears of deep grief, saying between the sobs how much she already misses my brothers and their families. All this before we actually get on the plane tomorrow night and she parts from her grandparents.
Over and above the basic physical torture of traveling with luggage and a three year old, I am preparing myself for a difficult farewell.
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This post brought tears to my eyes because we go went through the same thing last Pesach. And it's as hard for me as it is for DD even though I look forward to being in my own home again. It's very hard.
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