I'm sitting at work today and my cellphone goes off in the ringtone notifying me its my mom. I get this pit in my stomach because she barely calls me at work, its usually vice versa. "Hello?", I say nervously. " Fayga, your sister is in labor and she's early, will you pray for her?" Now most people hearing this would be nervous but this is my sister's 7th baby and she's ALWAYS 2-4 weeks early! As I tell my mom to relax and convince her everything will be find, I still end up saying some psalms because, well, that's just how I was raised.
I got off the phone and noticed it was lunchbreak. I really wanted to get a manicure, I have a date tomorrow and between work and school, I wont have time.
So there I am sitting at the nail spa having my nails filed and buffed and I start thinking about how my sister is right now, at this very moment maybe, pushing out her baby.
I couldn't believe how relaxed I felt to get my nails done during my lunchbreak when my sister is laboring a child into the world. I doubt my sister ever has time to get her nails done and at this moment even though I look forward to having a baby, I'm really grateful I still have time for manicures.
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