Things are moving along though and some are starting to feel OK. Milk in a bag is just fine, as are 10 shekel coins vs. 10 dollar bills, the occasional iguana that graces my path, liter and a half bottles of soda, mailmen in shorts, T-shirts, keepah and tzitzit (the four cornered garment with strings worn by men), and kosher Doritos. Hiking to the grocery store, the lack of closets, the inability to understand the writing on my shampoo bottle (I can only assume it says something like ‘hair will grow in thicker, fuller, and just like it was when you were 20’), and Splenda that can be purchased for the low, low sum of half a leg, are things I’m certainly less enamored with.
I try hard to be realistic though I know I can do my fair share of idolizing when I need and want to. Honestly though,
But while there are things that are indeed new BECAUSE of Israel, some would’ve happened here, there, or anywhere. Take my children, for example, all Henny Youngman jokes aside. I have been blessed with four bright, feisty, independent, stubborn, creative, thinking children. Two are teens, one’s an almost-teen, one’s got a few years until he’s a teen, and I’m applying for sainthood now. I love my children with my heart and soul, and every cell of my being, even when it feels like I have nothing left to give, or on bad days, like they've taken all I have. Their job is to push boundaries and envelopes and my sanity to the brink and on certain karmic days, I get to do the same to them. Still, I don’t envy them for having to recreate themselves at this stage of their lives because I realize that adolescence mixed with Aliyah can be ever so slightly mind-blowing. Its daunting to witness, let alone go through I’m sure.
The days that feel like good ones, where things are steadily progressing, where I’m not completely overwhelmed by school forms, and where I feel at peace with who I am, give me the courage to wake up the next day. Days that are less-than, make me sad, make me wonder why things don’t seem easier, or feel right. Those are the days I now realize that not only have to give me the courage to wake up, but throw myself on the floor and say, “Get up dang it! Life’s not gonna wait for you!” The days I let other people’s bad behavior get to me, like the man who reached across my face to get a pen in a store that was 5 inches wide at its maximum, are the days I have to remember that people are, as corny as it sounds, people. There are wonderful people in
I realize, now that I’m old enough to say I’ve been around the block, that I’ve learned a couple of things about myself.