Rebekka’s Blog
Thoughts on parenting our children, ourselves, and humanity
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Love in the Time of Coronavirus
Let us uphold the three hundred million years of mammalian wisdom that course through our veins: the knowledge, baked into our DNA, that we must let go of the comforts of the past in order to welcome what is to come.
Sunrise, sunset: Mourning who our children once were, welcoming who they are becoming
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers indeed. And oh, how she is blossoming, even as I gaze. I looked away for a mere moment, and I almost missed it.
Nearly departed: Mourning imaginary friends and worlds
Winter is always coming. But we needn't face it alone.
Who by fire? Thoughts on mortality during the Jewish New Year Festival
If, or rather, when, they leave us, it doesn't mean they love us any less. And perhaps it means we come to love them even more.