[size=3]Dance Shivi, Dance! - A Father's Advise[/size=3] From Tekoa
The cell phone rings and there is a slight hesitation at the other end. "Eli, there's been another [i][b]'pigua'[/b][/i]." With those few words, a heaviness like a cloud or a curtain, suddenly drops, encompassing all of my being.
There is no translation of the word 'Pigua'. It is beyond the dry phrase a 'terror attack' - for pigua also means hurt, deeply hurt. We are all [i][b]nifigaim'[/b][/i]. ['people who are hurt']
You register a staccato of phrases, of words, the when the where, and the who. God, give us the strength you beg silently, and not for the first time.
Two more families, neighbors; two more worlds destroyed. I call home and have an initial talk with my 10 year old. He doesn't yet know that one of his classmates is affected.
"You know I heard the shooting when I was at the store", he relates objectively. "It sounded really close".
We talk quietly about his fear and I reassure him that he is safe and that I am on my way home. Yet what right do I have to reassure him something I am powerless to provide, but I do it anyway, for I am his father.
Slowly my children check in. It is my 15 year old, away at school, who is the most concerned. "Should I come back home. Can I help?" There is little he can do here and I tell him so. Then a silence. "Aba I don't know what to do. There is a big Purim party at my school - maybe I shouldn't go?"
I hesitate for a moment, furious that this is a question that my child has to wrestle with. This shouldn't be, I cry to myself. It's not fair, he deserves a childhood. But my answer to him is clear enough. "Dance Shivi", I reply
with a catch in my voice . "Dance with all your heart".
from Eli Birnbaum -
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