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Dear Miss A…

I’m just sitting here wondering if I can stop time and keep you at this age forever? I love that I can hold you and squeeze you and you don’t run away. I can make you laugh by just looking at you. Even though you are one of 3, you are yourself. You love being part of the gang, but you are also independent. You love looking at people, shmoozing, and making eyes at them. You’d rather be 3-years-old than 1 year- I can tell because when your siblings go to school each day, you try to jump out of your seat too. But if I kept you at this age, I would never know what you want to say when you babble and scream. I would never know if you actually like wearing tutus or if you wear them because Miss T puts them on you. I can’t wait to see what you turn out like- whether you’ll be a doctor, zookeeper, or an artist. I know for sure that you are indescribably sweet, and exceedingly smart. I am savoring watching you grow. You are one of a kind, my beautiful girl, and I love you.

Love,

Ima

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Cheeks

Yes, they're my cheeks. The rest is Rafi.

Yes, they're my cheeks. The rest is Rafi.

Yes, the cheeks are filling out. No need to comment on them. I have a lot of people here who think they’re cute!

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What is it with women and their jewellery?

What is it with women and their jewellery?

I never considered myself a person who pushes boy things on boys and girl things on girls- although now that I think about it, everything Tzviya owns is either pink or has frills. But seriously, I offer her cars all the time. My mom even bought Mr. G a boy doll. I used to think it was all nature- I mean, when given a stroller to play with, Miss T likes to put dolls in and walk around the house, while Mr. G runs around smashing it into walls. Definitely nature. But on Tisha B’Av, we made jewellery, and Mr. G made a beautiful necklace which at first, he said was for me. But when it came to finishing it off, he decided he wanted to wear it. I put the necklace around his neck and he wore it for about a minute and then he began to get ansy. He started fidgeting with it and then said, “I don’t want to wear this. This is only for Imas and Tzviyalis.” So I took it off and let Miss T wear it and boy was she thrilled. So what does this teach us? Boys can’t stand fidgeting and girls don’t care? Maybe. Or maybe even if we don’t intend to do it, somehow we impart these roles on them. I don’t think it’s a bad thing. This is how the world is. But Mr. G did get great joy seeing me wear his necklace when he handed it to me that night and said, “Ima, I made this for you- I love you!”. aaawww, I know!!! Whichever way you see it, it’s just a nice thing when a man knows how to give a gift, even a 3 foot, 3.5 year old little man with a really big heart.

Mr. G smelling the necklace. Maybe this will give some insight into why girls like wearing these?

Mr. G smelling the necklace. Maybe this will give some insight into why girls like wearing these?

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Thrilled to be leaving at dusk

Thrilled to be leaving at dusk

Last night I thought it would be nice to go for a family walk. It’s been really really hot outside and we haven’t been able to get to the park, so I thought how nice it would be to get into PJs and walk around the block and have a picnic for dinner. HA! I’m totally nuts. So I prepared sandwiches and everything and the kids wanted to watch TV instead. So they had a picnic on my bed watching Thomas the Tank Engine.  When it came time to go to sleep, all of a sudden they were ready to go. That caught me off guard. Seriously, I don’t know why I didn’t realize this would happen. Not wanting to go to bed- being willing to do all manner of things before going to sleep- This is class 101 in mother school. (more…)

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New Baby

New Baby

It’s been a long week and a half. It started last sunday morning at 4 am. Definite labor pains. I told Rafi to call Etan and Jo. They were here in about 10 minutes (you guys were life savers). Rafi was still unsure that this was all real so we stayed home until we were sure. Got the kids ready for gan and left for the hospital. It’s a pretty quick ride to Hadassa at 6am. We got there and yes, it was real. 5 cm- almost there- and it was even my due date!! (and no, it didn’t matter that I didn’t register there). We had a wonderful midwife named Leslie (ask for her- she was calm, nurturing, and knowledgeable). I asked Rafi “why don’t I get an epidural?” and he said, “It’s your choice but I was supposed to remind you that you don’t want one.” So I didn’t have one. Not a mistake, but lets just say the last couple minutes were challenging. New Baby (who will be named iyH this Friday) was born at 3.77 kilo (over 8 lbs) at 9:23 am.

That was two Sundays ago.

I was folding the laundry the other night and it occurred to me- I have 3 piles of children’s clothes to put away now, not just 2. It was just one of those moments where it started to sink in that now we have 3.  We’re so blessed. Can’t believe it. B”H for everyone’s health. Now for some sleep…one day at a time, right?

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Blankie

comfort zone

comfort zone

It’s funny how life comes full circle sometimes. I still have my blankie that I’ve had since I came home from the hospital 28 years ago. It’s not in the best shape, but it’s still useful. The only thing is, it’s not useful for me anymore because my daughter now uses it. She’s so attached to it, something like I was at her age (and older, and older). She needs it to go to sleep, she asks for it when she is upset, and he just likes being around it. I look at it and think about all the memories it holds, all the love that my mother had when she crocheted it with her own hands all those years ago. I sometimes want to repair it and make it new again, but that will somehow erase the delicate charm of loving years that it has.

I guess I don’t know how to say this, but now that it’s no longer mine, that somehow means time is going by and we’re getting older. Rafi said it to me today as shabbat was ending, “isn’t it funny about days- how they end and don’t come back.” Kind of a sad thing to think about, but happy that hopefully we just had the best day we could have had- such a nice shabbat together playing with the kids all day and spending time together as a family.

So in a way, blankie represents time. It’s not just an old ratty blanket. It’s all my mother’s memories of me, my memories, and now, Tzviya’s. Blankie looked a little different back then, just like time. You can’t make time look the same- we can’t turn back the clock. But moving forward every day and creating our own memories and life experiences adds to the interwoven charm and richness that is the blanket of our life.

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(almost) all grown up

(almost) all grown up

Last night I was putting Tzviya to sleep and she just didn’t want to go. Maybe it was because we weren’t in our house, I don’t know, but I held her for about 40 minutes and sang to her. I never do that anymore. Don’t think I’ve done it since she was a year old, but for some reason, last night I just let her fall asleep in my arms. As I gazed down at her, I thought to myself first, mah rabu maasecha Hashem (How great are your creations, Hashem). She just looked so perfect to me, so pure, and so innocent. I wanted to stay there and just freeze time.

This is in contrast to my during-the-day-Tzviyali. She’s become this fiercly independent child. Determined to do everything she puts her mind to. If she wants something, she’ll let you know. OOh boy will she ever. She’ll also tell you if she doesn’t want something- and exactly how she wants it. She’ll tell you that we’re going to eat popsicles on the porch later and that the cat went back home and said “meow”. She’ll tell you that she wants milk and not water, and that she’d rather watch Franklin than Toopy.  She is 21 months this week and I can’t believe this change in her- it came upon me so fast. One example is with trains. Gedalya has loved these Thomas trains since he was about her age. He learned very quickly how to put the tracks together, the colours of each train, and of course, their names. Tzviyali is no differennt now. This week she put a whole track together herself.

Maybe it’s because the new baby is coming. Maybe. But even though I’d love her to stay a baby forever, she’s going to grow up and I’ll be there clapping for her, playing with her, and marveling at all her great achievements, and I know they will be big. They already are.

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