I don't know if it's any different from being a grandmother any place else but this is how it is.

I see them there, the three of them, two blond heads and one dark , sleeping in what seems such innocence, such unknowing innocence of what the world may have in store for them, expecting their lives to be like the lives around them, a mother with her four children, making sandwiches for the ten o'clock break, making gefuelte fish for Shabbat, being there to nag a bit, being there - making a home!

Three little heads, two blond, one dark, already thinking of whom they will marry. "I'll marry Yitzchak when I grow up" announced one. "Somebody like daddy", announced a second one and the third, a bit older and more self conscious declared, "The boy I like doesn't even know my name!"

And in my head? A big question mark. What kind of world will they be growing up into? When will the next war break out? How will it be? What horrible damage will that awful atom bomb bring with it? I am lucky! I've lived most of my life. The end of the road is in sight but they, those three little heads on the bed - they've got a long road ahead!