Every time I'm out with Ester I am barraged with questions. It seems predictable that I answer the one about her age and then comment (lately, anyhow) that she'll be called up soon.
So while I've been SAYING it, and EXPECTING it, I've not really BELIEVED it. This is a problem.
Just today, in some back and forth emails with the coordinator about Ester's latest adventure (I'll spare you the details) she mentions that Ester's being called up this month. We as a family, need to decide on the specific date.
CRUSH. MY. HEART.
How do I go about looking at her sweet face and not break into tears? Who will greet me when I come home from running errands? Who will sleep in front of the fire and enjoy it's warmth?
How do I tell the kids? This will not be my finest moment as a Mom, I can guarantee it. No books, no manuals on how-to-break-the-news-to your-children. A box of kleenex and lots of hugs. I'm going to pray that does the trick. And a freezer full of ice cream never hurt either.
