Of broken noses and appreciating Israeli medical care
So what if we plan? We're not in control of the universe, nor will we ever be. In fact, we never had that power. For some reason, nevertheless, I had figured that when Computer Cowboy returned to Israel, last week, after a much too exciting trip to India (see: Appreciating Husbands who Travel to India, Dec. 07, 2008), life would quiet in my home. Consider that in spite of everything, the children are learning to take turns having crises. Instead, my plans for serenity were tossed when Boy-Getting-Taller broke his nose. In Israel (see: "Urgent Care," Feb. 27, 2007), medicine is a means to an ends. Doctoring, here, is always about healing and is sometimes about prevention. Rarely, in this Old World, are the bodily arts about avoiding litigation. Parenting while in Klita, Part I
If parenting is an art, then parenting children through klita is a specialized aptitude. Evidence some of the masteries I've managed to acquire or have failed to accrue in the course of this process. Experts' valuable ministrations not withstanding, chasing, looking, worrying, nursing and diapering, during my early years of parenting, left me worn rather than radiant. I had no clue that the bar would be raised. |
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