The first day of liberation, where does one go? (Being that we are not living near the Kotel),
Benny was too scared to go into the water, but he sure did enjoy playing in the sand and pouring the water over his head with a bucket. Watching him run and tumble in the sand and not have to worry about him getting his lines dirty or wet, was a first in 16 months. I remember when I used to first take him out in his stroller for a walk and pass by other mom’s on the street pushing their strollers, wondering do they share the same fear I have about my baby. Today, was a turning point. I did not see Benny as the toddler I have to watch with batted breath every time he took a dive in the sand. Today, Benny was just like every other kid. Baruch Rofeh Cholim! Baruch Rofeh Cholim! Baruch Rofeh Cholim!
Tonight, after his bubble bath filled to the top (yay!), he looked down at his chest and said (more like sang) “no more lines…no more lines yay!” He’s only 2 1/2 KI”H, and yet he really seems to know he’s better and feel happy about it, B”H.
Tonight, as we put him to bed, he asked when Shabbos is coming. When I told him tomorrow, his face lit up and once again said “yay!”
Pictures photographed by Yehudis Schoen Photography