Daily Archives: May 8, 2009


(I received this by email and had to post it here – it took my breath away)

A message every adult should read because children 
are watching you and doing as you do, not as you say. 

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you hang my 
first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately 
wanted to paint another one. 

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you feed a 
stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind 
to animals. 

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you make my 
favorite cake for me, and I learned that the little 
things can be the special things in life.

When you thought I wasn’t looking I heard you say a 
prayer, and I knew that there is a God I could always 
talk to, and I learned to trust in Him. 

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you make a 
meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I 
learned that we all have to help take care of each 

When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw you give of 
your time and money to help people who had nothing, 
and I learned that those who have something should 
give to those who don’t. 

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you take care 
of our house and everyone in it, and I learned we have 
to take care of what we are given. 

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw how you 
handled your responsibilities, even when you didn’t 
feel good, and I learned that I would have to be 
responsible when I grow up. 

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw tears come 
from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things 
hurt, but it’s all right to cry. 

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw that you 
cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be. 

When you thought I wasn’t looking I learned most of 
life’s lessons that I need to know to be a good and 
productive person when I grow up. 

When you thought I wasn’t looking I looked at you and 
wanted to say,’Thanks for all the things I saw when 
you thought I wasn’t looking.’ 



Each of us (parent, grandparent, aunt, uncle, teacher, friend) influence the life of a child.

Live simply. Love generously.


Care deeply.. Speak kindly. 


Eshet Chayil – A Woman of Valour

In Honour of Mother’s Day on Sunday, I bring you a lovely rendition of this song that Jewish husbands sing to wives on Friday nights. Translation of the original song follows.

A Woman of Valor, who can find?
She is more precious than corals. 
Her husband places his trust in her and profits only thereby. 
She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life. 
She seeks out wool and flax and cheerfully does the work of her hands.
She is like the trading ships, bringing food from afar. 
She gets up while it is still night to provide food for her household, and a fair share for her staff. 
She considers a field and purchases it, and plants a vineyard with the fruit of her labors. 
She invests herself with strength and makes her arms powerful.
She senses that her trade is profitable; her light does not go out at night.
She stretches out her hands to the distaff and her palms hold the spindle. 
She opens her hands to the poor and reaches out her hands to the needy. 
She has no fear of the snow for her household, for all her household is dressed in fine clothing.
She makes her own bedspreads; her clothing is of fine linen and luxurious cloth. 
Her husband is known at the gates, where he sits with the elders of the land. 
She makes and sells linens; she supplies the merchants with sashes. 
She is robed in strength and dignity, and she smiles at the future.
She opens her mouth with wisdom and a lesson of kindness is on her tongue. 
She looks after the conduct of her household and never tastes the bread of laziness. 
Her children rise up and make her happy; her husband praises her: 
“Many women have excelled, but you excell them all!”
Grace is elusive and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears God — she shall be praised. 
Give her credit for the fruit of her labors, and let her achievements praise her at the gates.


Shabbat Shalom!

Oops I did it again!

Well not oops, really. Did the jogging thing again this morning. My muscles ache, I have a strained something or other in my upper inner leg area – it hurts…. Must put ice….Probably just muscles that haven’t been awoken in a very long time.

I am proud of myself for getting up early and doing this. Doing it with a buddy makes me accountable. We both dreamt that we stood the other one up. Imagine that!  This is a pic of us at the end of a half hour walk / jog.jogging2


I got home all hot and bothered and tired from my jog and Prince Squiggy was already up, he voluntarily unlaced my sneakers and brought me OJ with a side of Advil. What a lamb!