I apologize in advance. This blog's intellectual level is about to drop to the depths...of a baby and pre-schooler's!
You see what happens when one goes to visit one's married daughter and grandchildren? One's life COMES TO A COMPLETE HALT! I have not been as exhausted as this since my kids were little. I am running around doing a little cleaning, laundry, helping take care of, drive to camp, cooking a bit and feeding and bathing my grandkids - not to mention changing stinky diapers (sorry, mentioned them!). Suddenly, I don't have a life.
Actually, in truth? I didn't have a life before I came here; NOW I have a life: Being involved in my daughter's & to a lesser extent, son-in-law's life (and he is like a son to me), getting to know my grandkids and instilling in them (I hope) a bit of Yiddishkeit -"B. V. G." - 'before visiting grandkids' - THAT'S when I didnt' have a life; I just looked back at my recent posts; what sort of person blogs three times a day? I must have been delusional. Actually, I had nothing worthwhile to do!
Now, I am loving them, alternately being stern with them ("these are Savta's rules. Let's see who is the best listener!") and cuddly/kind with them, singing to them in Ivrit, changing them (POOF! you're a frog) in Ivrit, playing with them, etc. etc. And, although I am too pooped to peep (!), I am happy. Hope my daughter is, too.
So, what does all this have to do with the price of noodles-er-I mean, the title of this post? I'll tell you what. My daughter forwarded an email to me, which was Daniel Gordis' latest Dispatch. And so, I discovered Daniel Gordis.
Daniel Gordis (www.danielgordis.org) is Vice President of the Mandel Foundation - Israel, and the author, most recently, of Coming Together, Coming Apart: A Memoir of Heartbreak and Promise in Israel (John Wiley & Sons, 2006).
My daughter sent me the dispatch on Life Between the Sirens. It hit home. To all you Israel lovers out there, and also to all of you who have doubts and concerns, these are the reasons for us to support the State and live in Israel.
It is 1:50 a.m. where I am. I am tired. I have to get up at dawn (it'll feel like dawn when I get up) and help my daughter get the kids ready for camp. Just promise me you'll read the dispatch, will you? It'll make my day (night, whatever).