Today (its 1:24 am), I read Sarah's Key. In one sitting, in my bed, with darling Seth snuffling next to me.
I had tears pouring down my face from page 9. And now can't sleep.
I felt so grateful for living in Canada, for the blessings of what are petty worries (are the kids making friends at school? how will I get through my to do list).
And the familiar sense of being overwhelmed by the horror of what happened during the Holocaust and present tragedy that we haven't learned from it. The cruelty and killings just keep happening in different forms, to new generations, in different countries and cities.
And then I think: what can I do?
It makes me want to be a better mother, to give my children the happiest childhood I can because who knows what the future holds. But focusing on the microcosm of my family is not enough, I'm just not sure what is.
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