It was one of those Spring days that appeared more like winter. For twenty four hours my children and I stayed indoors as the wind howled outside and the rain poured down. I had never played so much Legos, Blocks, and Kapla as I did that day.

At one point I was in the kitchen preparing food while my five year old played Kapla. Kapla is a box of wooden sticks that you use for building and creating various things. All of a sudden I heard a pile of sticks fall to the floor, KABOOM, a grunt-like scream come forth from my son's mouth and then I heard my toddler crying hysterically. I didn't have to see what happened to know what happened. My toddler had knocked down my son's tower and he hit her.

What's merely a toy to you just might be a gem to another"Avraham Nissim!" I yelled from the kitchen as I walked towards him. "Why did you hit her? It was an accident. I can't believe you hit her over Kapla.!"

"Why did he hit her over such a trivial thing as Kapla?" I thought to myself. "How do I teach him not to get angry, and to show his frustration in a different manner?"

"Come, we'll build it again. I'll help you." I sat down on the floor and started to build. I got really into it. I built an entire house with a fence for a garden. My son handed me the sticks. Then he wanted to help, after all, he is the kid and it's his toy, right? He put a stick on top of my house's roof and KABOOM! The entire project fell to the ground.

I certainly didn't want to smile and say, "No worries, let's do it again." No, that wasn't what I felt like doing. I felt like doing something similar to what he had done a half an hour before to his sister. But thank G‑d I didn't. I remembered my thoughts from before and turned to him saying, "That's frustrating. But don't worry now we have a chance to do it again and make it even better."

We started building again and then came my pudgy handed enthusiastic toddler. She also wanted to help. My son and I watched as she put a stick on top of our creation. KABOOM! Of course you know what it happened, it fell to the floor. "That's okay Mommy. We can always do it again," My son reassured me.

My son taught me two huge lessons. One, what's merely a toy to you just might be a gem to another. In other words, another person's pain or problem should never be taken lightly just because to you it doesn't seem like a big deal. To them it certainly is. We all have our own tailor-made challenges and struggles and we all have our own personal thresholds. And two, the most effective way for me to teach my children is by example and by not being afraid to get down to their "level" I bring them up.

For seven weeks we count the days from the Exodus of Egypt until the Giving of the Torah. The Sages say that during these seven weeks it is an appropriate time to work on any bad character traits. This is partly because when we left Egypt we were at a very low level of spiritual purity and it took us forty-nine days to work ourselves up. Really when we left Egypt we were at the point of no return. If we had stayed there any longer it would have been impossible for us to come out and so with a "mighty Arm G‑d took us out."

When we left Egypt we were at the point of no returnWe crossed the Red Sea, saw open miracles, and wandered around for seven weeks until the time came to receive the Torah. We merited it at this point because, as the Torah describes , we were united like one man with one heart (not a simple feat by the way).

We purified ourselves over a three day period. Why? Because as the Torah tells us, G‑d says, "I am Holy, you must be holy." Follow My example, do what I do. Thunder, lighting. Not a bird chirped, not a wave crashed. The first Commandment roared forth from the voice of G‑d Himself. What would you expect it to be? "I am G‑d Your L‑rd." Yes, this I would expect and can understand. "The One who took you out of Egypt." Now the second part is the tricky part. Why do we need to hear from G‑d that He is the One who took us out of Egypt? Duh. It was only seven weeks ago. How could we forget?

Let me tell you something. The second part, that is my favorite, most comforting part. He's my G‑d and He personally took me out of Egypt. In any situation that I find myself in, in my personal or national Exile, He will always be my G‑d and even He, in all of His greatness, will never abandon me. G‑d Himself is willing to get down to my level to help me bring myself up all the more so should I be willing to lower myself to another one's level to help bring them up.

There we were at Mount Sinai, my neighbor's problem was my problem, their joy was my joy. One man with one heart, we mimicked our Creator. At that moment we were like kings and queens, like royalty with crowns upon our heads. We had been at the lowest of the low and now we were at the highest of the high. KABOOM, the Kapla falls. "Don't worry Mommy, when you get down to the floor to sit and play with me, I learn from you. We can always build it again."

"I am G‑d Your L‑rd. I took you out of Egypt…not another…"