Found It!

The other night after getting stung by a bee, I quickly pulled off the ring which was on the same finger.  I was terrified of swelling.   When I got home I also pulled off all the other rings on my hand, because I didn't know how my body would react.  That included my watch.  Yesterday afternoon I began searching for it.  I knew it was "some place."

My son #1 taught me to distinguish between "lost" and "can't find."  I always used to panic hysterically if I couldn't find something:

"It's lost!!"  Hysteria ensued!

But he would stay calm.  I refer to him as my "tikkun," my "repair," total opposite, not having many of my hang-ups, fears and phobias.  On the other hand, mentoring him through his years in school was a challenge, because his mild learning disabilities, which caught me by surprise,  made elementary school very difficult for us both.  Today, as an adult, he does what was impossible at the age of seven and experts had doubted he'd ever do well.  Reading and Arithmetic were so easy for me, like climbing, drawing, swimming and befriending animals are for him.

Even though I hadn't yet found my watch before going to bed, I didn't suffer any anxiety attacks about it and fell asleep easily.  This morning, as I prepared my morning coffee, I noticed it waiting patiently on the table.  All I needed was to look at things from a different perspective, a different angle.

Shabbat Shalom U'Mevorach

Have A Peaceful And Blessed Sabbath