It's not really necessary to say it, but it never hurts to repeat it, so that the intellect understands that the reality we live in has no inherent meaning.
In other words, one could view reality as chaotic, a series of unrelated events that occur randomly and without meaning, or as a series of related events, but with a rational meaning, dictated by a series of natural "laws" (in quotation marks, because for modern science there are no longer laws but probabilities of an event occurring or not).
However, the Jewish perspective is that reality is none of the aforementioned, but rather that there is an absolute reality, that of the Creator, as if it were His perspective of reality that shapes what we see and experience. Then there is our involvement in the matter of life, making decisions about how things will happen. But things do happen... sooner or later.
This is what I mean when I say that reality does not have its own meaning, but rather a meaning introduced by the Creator of this reality.
Mazl Tov! On Friday, April 3 (28 Adar 2), we had a baby boy. He is the sixth child in the family, with four boys and two girls.
However, when one analyzes the situation in which this child was born, one can quickly see that reality is formed by something that transcends the order and supposed laws that human beings find and make.
At 2 a.m., my wife realized she had started having contractions. The following factors had to be taken into account:
1. We live in La Plata and the birth was supposed to happen in Buenos Aires (more than 60km away...).
2. It was already the sixth birth and in the previous one (that of Jaia Mushka) everything happened very quickly.
3. There were five boys sleeping and they couldn't be left alone to return God knows when.
4. It was 2 a.m.... generally, people are asleep at that time...
5. It was Friday, so everything had to be prepared in time for Shabbat, which began around 7pm.
Exhausted from going to bed around 11 pm and getting up at 2 am, the first thing was to find someone awake to come and stay with the kids, in case none of them woke up... After a few calls, it turned out that someone had stayed up that night working on a project on the computer until 2 am and, just as they were about to go to sleep, received a call from the Rabbi... (thanks M...)
We quickly organized everything so that by 3 a.m. we were on our way to the hospital in Buenos Aires. We arrived at 4 a.m.
The midwife was waiting; after a check-up, we were admitted, changed into our clothes, and prepared. It was already 4:30.
With epidural anesthesia administered, at the precise moment for it to take effect, after filling out paperwork and forms, she was born at 5.
At 8:30 I was already back, with my mother on board, to spend a fabulous Shabbat changing diapers, feeding and putting five restless children to sleep in La Plata.
In short, it doesn't take much to see that God is the one who orders things and opens the door for us to make the appropriate decisions, as the Torah says, "And you shall choose life," which gives us the strength and energy to discern between good and evil and take only the good.
The story continues, God willing, on Friday in the synagogue, with the brit milah of this child who from his birth reveals hashgajá pratit - Divine Providence.