We have an evening ritual of reading to our kids (at least Calanit) and then singing a few prayers/songs to them. It alternates depending on who is available. Last night, I sang to Calanit.
Afterwards, I realized I needed to tell her that I was leaving for a few days for a trip.
"Tonka," I said. "I'm going to go away for a few days. I'm going to call you. Will you talk to me on the phone?"
"Yes. I'm going on a trip, too."
"Really, where?"
"I'm going to the park with my animals" [her stuffed animals].
This morning, I brought my suitcase downstairs and when I saw her, she had her suitcase (a small pink one she had received as a baby) and a stroller with a teddy bear in it.
She waved to me as I walked out the door.
Tamar later called me to tell me that she broke down crying.
Leaving these kids for a few days is one of the toughest things around. When I think about thyroid cancer and the far worse medical conditions out there and what it could mean in terms of leaving them for a much longer period of time, my heart breaks.
For them and for me.
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