back to the past…

Mum, if you could go back in time, would you get married so young again?
I pour the coffee on my skirt while the bride, after having thrown as a stone in the sea her philosophical question, is sitting in front of me writing on her bbm to a destination that is across the Ocean.
Well…I start thinking. This is a trap. Pay attention, I say to myself. Be calm, don’t answer too quickly. I breath deeply. I relax. And memories come back to me as birds going back to their nests. My first child as a baby, with her giant brown eyes, while pronouncing her first word, learning to read, hugging me on her way back from camp. My second neverstopping hunger, his haircut at the age of three, fighting with the sister. My third child opening her blue eyes for the first time, being defined ‘the sun of the class’ at the age of 5. My fourth child preferred video, his allergy to the detergent. My fifth child ceasarian, his being so small compared to my prevoius babies. My sixth child being the copy of the third one, her way of jumping while singing the Chanuka song about the doughnuts. My seventh child sleepless nights, his unique way of saying ‘amen!’ to every good thing we wish.
The coffee has dried on my skirt. The bride is still writing bbms maybe having forgotten the quetion she made some minutes ago. I wake up from my journey in the past. I take her hand and I tell her: You know what? I would never change one thing of my life. If I had the opportunity to start everything again, I would do all exactly the same. I would get married at 19, have you at the age of 20, go on studying in university, having your brothers and sisters, working, writing, sitting with you here in our kitchen trying to come out from this mad plan of getting married in five weeks…I would never change anything, believe me. Though it was hard, sometimes very tough. Becuase the amount of love I received every day in my life is the most precious thing I will ever own. And I would never give up to it for all the freedom in the world….

A friend is…

A person who is able to accept you as you are though you and her are totally the opposite (see R.)

A person who is able to walk with you in 15 shops in two hours looking for a dress for you, noticing at the end you absolutely don’t know what you like (see D.)

A person who is able to go down in her basement and look for tablecloths she used 7 years ago just to avoid seeing you totally desperate (see A.)

A person who comes to embrace you every time she sees you because, though you promised not to be nervous for the good things you are organizing, she knows you indeed are nervous.(see M.)

A person who is able to call you after months of silence to ask you how you are though she knows you are mad on her because she did not call you to say you mazal tov (see E.)

A person who by chance is a sister too and who runs around to look for things for your wedding and does not get angry if you answer to her bbm only ten hours later
(see A.)

A person who has a stomach ache for two days when your
child is sick. Because she is worried for your child as it was hers. (see me with R)

A person who likes you when you cry and when you laugh, when you scream and when you whisper. When you thank her and when you don’t. When you mention her in your blog and when you forget to do it. I promise that, though I am sure I forgot some of you, you still love me. And I love you too.