The Jewish world has yearned and waited. We prayed and waited. We cried in sorrow and pain while we waited. Our brethren—Jewish men, women, and children—were taken into the mayim sh’ain lahem sof, the bottomless depths of serpentine tunnels and hidden chambers, unheard of, unseeable, and unreachable. The only thing within reach was our siddurim and Tehillim, and so many, many of us turned to Shomayim with hope against hope. And now, this. There is a word for this in English: crestfallen. For some of us, our religious honor as Benei Yisroel has fallen. We felt helpless before this tragic turn, and we feel isolated now. The rest of humanity—whatever term we might use to represent those who abandoned us during this time—will move on. Meanwhile, it is natural, in these most unnatural of times, to hurt, to ache, and to be intensely saddened. The realization that we have lost our precious ones, who suffered for 500 days and more, will dawn on some of us sooner, for others later. Those small, smiling faces will remain seared in our memories for months to come as our hearts grapple with their fate—and with the futures of those who loved them and agonized over them. This is a turn of events we will not be able to conceal from our families. It is being widely broadcast, spoken about, and even celebrated by some of the manic mobs who encouraged terror and genocide—applauding each atrocity as if it were mere entertainment. For some, it was little more than another morbid game; for others, it was the epitome of their religious zeal—a perverse joy among those who dream of driving us, or voting us, into the sea and beyond. What we say to our inquisitive and confused children will become clearer only after we, as adults, speak to each other first. It is fully expected that Jews will have many different reactions. Some will feel the intensity deep within their bodies—as nausea, tension, disturbed sleep, or even physical pain. Others will feel it in their emotions—a depressed mood, sudden irritability, restless anxiety, or fear. Some will process it in their minds—through obsessive thoughts, overwhelming worry, haunting images, or fragmented concentration. A few will find themselves changing behaviors in response. As adults, we must be mindful of these reactions, recognize them within ourselves, and find a supportive person to confide in—someone we trust, who cares about us. Speak out. Express your feelings. Know what you are experiencing. And when someone else shares with you, listen. Do not judge, do not offer quick fixes, do not interrogate. Just listen. This is how we begin to re-regulate our emotions and return to functioning. Only then can we guide our children through their own processing. When we have sorted through our own reactions, we will have the patience and clarity to hear our children’s concerns without clouding them with our own inner turmoil. Listen to them. Let them speak. Validate their fears and confusion. Reassure them that their emotions are a normal reaction to an abnormal, horrific reality. Avoid gruesome images; do not let the dinner table or bedtime become the place for processing terror. Stick to your normal family routines, ensure your home remains a place of warmth, stability, and spiritual connection. Our nation is brave and […]