Monday, September 05, 2005
Tonight I had the weirdest moment. I was helping Chaya with her aleph-beis homework, and I remembered my step-father "helping" me with my math homework. Math was never my strongest subject, so I would have him check my answers when I was done. If I made a mistake, he would emotionally decimate me. With angry words and nasty looks, I was made to feel like garbage. This remembrance floated eerily through me, as Chaya questioned me about a langer chof. I don't want to do that to her, G-d. Please Hashem, help me to come to a place of tikkun.