The grill wasn’t ready, the meat was still frozen, and I was lamenting a work frustration.
We scooped up the kids and went for Mexican food.
A few minutes in, my ten-month-old flipped over a basket, sending tortilla chips flying.
The waiter walked towards us.
“Hi Amigo,” he said, smiling at my son. He gently patted my baby’s hair and placed a tiny beautiful sombrero on top of his head.
It is striking to me how quickly one human act can undo so much frustration.
Each summer, as we draw closer to the high holy days, I start to take my heshbon nefesh - soul check. I have made mistakes and I have handled situations in ways that are far from ideal.
I recognize my human failings.
I try to make amends.
As I ask forgiveness, and forgive others, I also try to forgive myself.
The patience and kindness of offering that small hat.