Yet we keep mothering

On this Mother's Day, I'm thinking about all the Israeli moms who are doing the impossible.

Raising our kids in an ever-changing world where very little is reliable.

Making life and death decisions all the time- balancing wellbeing, education, mental health, and happiness all at the same time.

We hope we are making the best choices for our kids.

We pray that we know what we are doing.

We take deep breaths and tackle every new challenge, every new stage, to the best of our ability.

After almost three years of war, and years of plague before that, most of us are pouring from empty cups.

Yet we keep mothering- not just our children (babies, school age, teens, adults), but our families, our neighbors, our friends.

We keep getting up every day, and we just don't know what's coming next. I know many mothers in the diaspora feel that way too.

The military moms who are basically parenting alone while their spouses are away at war.

The moms of soldiers who hold their breath till they know their children are safe, whether their child is 18 or 50.

The moms of hostages and terror survivors are supporting their kids in their healing. A family forever changed.

Moms of injured soldiers nursing them by their bedsides.

Moms who have lost their children in terror, war, and everything in between. The grief is unreal in this country.

The grandmothers, aunts, and close family friends who are stepping up in parenting roles- helping out and showing up. Your love is everything.

The everyday mom who is juggling whatever the matzav throws at her and still manages to get dinner on the table and laundry done in between all the madness, in between rockets and traffic and real life.

On this Mother's Day, I'm thinking of all of you all.

May we finally know peace, safety, and happiness.

**A pic with my own Israeli mama who does it all. Love you Ima