I’ve been lamenting lately a perceived lack of time to write new blog posts.
An idea will pop into my head, for instance, but in between the idea and the publish button is a perceived lack of opportunity to sit and transform the idea into a story.
Too busy at work. Too tired at home. No time in between.
Life is full.
Can you hear my voice?
How does it sound?
“Life is full,” she said with a sigh.
“Life is full,” she whispered as she let her head fall heavily onto the pillow.
“Life is full,” she grumbled as she hastily prepared dinner for three hungry, irritable children.
“Life is full,” she thought to herself as she watched her husband chase her daughter around the grassy field.
When I put aside my frustration and my lament, I can acknowledge that I am so very lucky that — blog posts or not —
Life is full.
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So while I only have three minutes today in between this and that, I will use it to shep a little Aliyah nachas.
That little guy in the top hat is my middle son.
He’s six years old.
When we arrived in Israel two years ago, he didn’t speak a word of Hebrew. He was cute, but shy.
Lovable, but sensitive.
For the first two weeks at Gan, he didn’t speak a word to anyone.
In fact, one day he pretended he was blind.
He walked around with his eyes closed all day.
The kids ran up to me at pickup time to ask me if it was true, “Is he blind?”
No, I told them. Just shy. Nervous.
When I asked him later why he pretended to be blind, he told me he didn’t want anyone to notice him.
It took him only three weeks to turn those confused children into his best friends.
He’s older now. Adjusted. Still cute, and a bit shy. Still sensitive, yes, but…
When it comes to song and dance — this kid is Israeli through and through.
It doesn’t matter what the holiday, what the occasion, this kid’s got the soul and spirit of a sabra.
This morning, my heart burst with joy and pride as his “Kitah Aleph” (first grade) class performed a Purim presentation for the rest of the school and for parents.
Yup: The middle guy in the top hat memorized his line in Hebrew, recited it flawlessly in front of the entire school, and sung and danced his little heart out.
Everyone noticed him.
My life is full.
And lucky for me it takes no time at all to shep nachas.
Just a moment to change your tune.
4 thoughts on “When life is full, shep nachas”
Good advice, need to adopt that mantra.
What is the deal with the kid in the Santa hat?
Way to go Oliver!
Santa is just another funny old fat man here in Israel. They’re wearing that hat like they would a clown wig.
I like your photos and your writing. I used to think it was “shlepping” nachas! I’ve lived in Israel for the past 20 years and still get excited around Purim time!
thanks Diana. God willing, let us SHLEP nachas, it’d be better than all the emotional baggage we usually shlep. 🙂