I stand in the supermarket line trying to cope. Yes, that’s right, trying to cope. Trying to cope is the phrase that runs through my mind. I’m trying to cope and keep thinking, “I can’t cope.” I’m standing, and the toddler is not standing with me. He runs all over theI want to be anywhere but here supermarket wildly. I ask my eldest daughter to take him outside, go to the park, wait for me there. He refuses. He screams and runs away. I hand her the groceries and grab him. Trying to cope.

I want to be anywhere else, but where I am at this moment. But this is where I am, and this is where I have to be.

An elderly lady approaches the woman behind me in the checkout line. “You know,” she says, going from Hebrew to English and English to Hebrew. “You know that they passed a new law in the Knesset. Anyone over the age of 80 doesn’t have to wait in line.”

She goes in front of the woman and now comes up to me, the next one in line. She tells me the same story. I think, “Why don’t they pass a law in the Knesset that any crazy person who brings children to the supermarket doesn’t have to stand in line?”

I blink at her, still struggling with the toddler. My other children ask me, “Mommy what is she talking about? What’s she saying?”

I don’t know.

The elderly lady goes to the man in front of me and tells him about this new law in the Knesset. He answers her, “I don’t know about this ‘law,’ but I don’t care . . . l’chavod, ‘go ahead.’ ”

She adds, “I didn’t bring my identity card, but look at my face. I don’t need one! You can see I’m over 80!” She laughs and throws up her hands (now she is at the front of the line). “I love this nation! G‑d bless Israel. It makes me so happy to know that they appreciate someone who is my age!”

The lady behind me shouts, “May we merit to live as long as you!” The entire supermarket answers, “AMEN!” (Only in Israel does this happen.)

Now my toddler, 6-year-old son and daughter are staring at the elderly lady. Silence. No one is being wild. I’m coping. For the moment.

We finally get to the front of the line. I pay, and we walk out. I think to myself, some 80-year-olds complain about being old and see it as a curse. Others understand and see it as a blessing. It’s all in the eye.

The disciples of our father Abraham have a good eye, a meek spirit and a humble soul . . . The disciples of our father Abraham benefit in this world and inherit the World to Come, and as is stated, “To bequeath to those who love Me there is, and their treasures I shall fill.1” (Ethics of Our Fathers 5:19)

“A good eye,” our sages teach us, this is one of the best traits for a person to acquire. One of the best traits we can learn from Abraham, our forefather. By acquiring a good eye, you inquire it all. You benefit in this world and inherit the World to Come. “Elana,” I ask myself. “How are you going to see it? To see this situation? To see this time in your life? How you see it today. That’s what it is. Do you see today as a blessing or a curse?”

You are child—growing, exploring, carefree. But you want to be big, big! Is this time, how you see it, a blessing or a curse?

As a young adult, with more privileges, not yet full responsibilities. Hormones, conflicts, those parents of yours that tell you what to do and how to do it. And yet you are still safely in their home. They take care of you; they are there to guide you. How do you see it? Is it a blessing or a curse?

All that free time when you are single. Time to develop and grow. Time to travel and see. But you worry and think, “When will I get married? How will I afford a living? When will life really begin?” Is it a blessing or a curse?

The precious time when you are first married. You are discovering each other, how to live together, be together. Walks alone and talks alone. Quiet time. But you think, “What’s the next step? When will we buy a home, have children? Is it a blessing or a curse?

The aches and the pains of pregnancy and childbirth. Those sleepless nights. The newborn grows so quickly. The stages of the child’s life. You have a hard time. You are tired. The noise, the mess, the work. The birthdays and milestones. The class parties. Bar and bat mitzvahs, and long-awaited weddings. The cuddling and cradling, the hugging and the snuggling. “Will you go to sleep already?” Is it a blessing or a curse?

Each stage through life, I ask myself, “How do you see it? Is it a blessing or aIs it a blessing or a curse? curse?” Even the wild moments at the supermarket will end. At that moment, you thought it was a curse, but in hindsight you look back and see what a blessing it was. All those thoughts of “I can’t cope.” Those thoughts will one day be just memories and you’ll wish you had it back. And I tell you, what I tell myself: “Elana, it’s up to you. How do you want to see this moment? Today? Is it a blessing or a curse?”

The trait of a good eye is not just about seeing others with a good eye, but about seeing life in general with a good eye. It’s about seeing yourself with a good eye. It’s a technique for coping and handling difficult situations—not just the big ones, where you so clearly see the Hand of G‑d—but life’s littlechallenges, as well where it appears His presence is hidden.

I think back to my episode in the supermarket and smile. “Yes,” I think to myself. “May we all be blessed to be disciples of Abraham, with a good eye and the ability to see the beauty of each moment.”