This is my boychik (known to others as my son).
It is 6 a.m, my phone buzz 3 times:
“I am on the train to Lod”
“should arrive at 7:30”
“7:26 to be exact, U coming to get me?”
It is still a little dark outside, but as I sit in the driver’s seat all tiredness and sleepiness disappear. I’m on a motherly mission to bring him home.
The road is almost empty, and my thoughts run free. Only three months, so many struggles and victories, so many questions, why’s and don’t-knows – all wrapped in endless love.
In the soundtrack of my thoughts this morning scene Leonard Cohen is singing with his deep voice: “Love is not a victory march, it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah…”
I can see him now, in the empty station scanning with his eyes for our car – hallelujah!