Over the years I have probably had the opportunity to attend hundreds of happy events for family and close friends. I’ve danced, shed a few tears, and given really tight, supportive hugs.
This week I got invited to attend a brit. However, it wasn’t of a family member or a friend, but of a new grandchild of a family that I have been servicing as a social worker. I first met them 6 months ago, as the organization I work for was doing some much needed home repairs. I came into a home of a single mom with 9 children, including one with special needs. While my colleagues were busy repairing the physical home of the family, I was busy trying to uncover the struggles that are not visible to the eye, but are the source of the family’s continued struggles. This family was facing heavy debt, and needed a boost to help them reach the first step in breaking out of their cycle.
For the next 6 months I guided her to lawyers, retraining centers, helped her consolidate bills. I arranged for her to recieve donations as downpayments on debt, as well as helping get the family nutrious food, and neccesaties for her children, like school bags, so that they could feel like everyone else.
As a mom myself, I know how hard it can be to juggle life’s challenges.
Yesterday, as I pulled up to the brit, I couldn’t help but think about how this Brit was celebrating new stages, new hope, and a brighter future.
This invitation was more than an acknowledgment of my service to them. I felt it was their way of saying,” life can be tough, Avigail, but it has it’s shining moments too and they make you go on.” We are not here just to help them with difficult times, but also to share in their celebrations.