So it’s been 7 ½ months since we moved to Israel and let’s call a spade a spade. I’ve pretty much been on vacation since we got here. Well, I have been extremely busy with life- wife, mother, household, volunteering, blogging…but I haven’t needed to answer to anyone, i.e. a boss. No one is demanding that I get into the office by 8am. I am on my own schedule- at least just for this year. And I am so grateful that I have had this opportunity to really acclimate the family to life in a new country.
I wrote this blog months ago, and never felt it was the right time to publish it..until this week. This week when a Chayal is under investigation for ensuring the safety from a terrorist after the terrorist attacked another Chayal in Chevon. Chayalim have the scariest job in the world. And they deserve out respect- EVEN if you think they might have made a mistake. And definitely don’t get me wrong- I don’t think he made a mistake. And no one should judge him or anyone else unless they wear that person’s shoes. Worry about yourselves and your actions. And leave the judging to GOD!
Helicopter Mom. I haven’t been called that in a long time. I’m trying daily to give up that title bestowed on me by loving, caring friends and family members. I’m not embarrassed that I was a helicopter mom when the kids were younger. In some aspects, I still hover too closely.
Machane Yehuda. The Shuk. Jerusalem’s outdoor market. Call it what you want, but it may very well be my favorite place in Yerushalayim. Since my first trip 5 1/2 months ago with a private tour given to me by my nephew, Chaim, I have been back weekly, sometimes, two or three times a week. He introduced me to all his favorite shops- spices, fruits and vegetables, bread, fish, butcher, and on and on. Some of those stores became my favorites too, but I have come to discover my way around really well. I have become a regular and it’s always so much fun to see a smile on the store owners’ face, because I am back to shop!
Today I thought I’d have a really good blog post to write about. The juicy type with lots of drama. All I would need to say are two words: Misrad Hapnim.
I’ve heard all the nightmare stories. Stories about needing to wait on line for 4 hours. Stories about waiting on line for 4 hours to be told you were on the wrong line the whole time.