I’m on maternity leave at the moment. This means that I get 14 weeks paid leave, courtesy of amazing maternity rights. I’m using these precious weeks to bond with Fourth Daughter. And lose weight. And clean the house and do laundry. And finally buy all of my girls underwear – something that usually isn’t exciting enough for our ADHD family to accomplish during the work week.
98 days. Creating exciting bonding opportunities each and every day is actually very difficult. The baby also cannot yet walk and say things like “What an interesting palate, I so do enjoy the Expressionists” – so bonding at this moment seems a little like a one-way-street. I have to factor in car time, stroller time, are there stairs at our destination, are there clean accessible bathrooms (a necessity if I’m planning on starting my morning with more than two cups of coffee). It can get a little complicated.
Nevertheless, we’ve had a very full and rich few months. We’ve traveled as a family, we’ve split up and done father-daughter(s)/mommy-daughter(s) experiences. Baking has happened. During the pregnancy, I came down with a pregnancy-related liver disease that almost prevented Fourth Daughter from being born alive. I’m so grateful that she’s here, and it’s made me appreciate each moment with my children even more. It’s truly been amazing. Loud, but amazing.
Last week, three Israeli boys were kidnapped. CNN and the BBC will tell you that they are simply “missing”. The UN will tell you that they are “Unsure” that the boys were really kidnapped. The New York Times will tell you that the Jews deserved it.
The bolded text above is obviously a break from my usual subject matter. Seems strange, doesn’t it. Jarring. This is supposed to be a blog about my chaotic and beautiful family’s shenanigans, what’s with the Zionist propaganda?
Welcome to an Israeli kind of day. We are rural and urban, young and old, brash and shy. This diversity is reflective of our land: Green mountains of the Galilee, cool evenings. White mountains of Judea and dry winds. The midnight sky of the Negev desert, the heat of the valley, the saltiness of the sea shore. The stones of Jerusalem are our heart. And then our people are attacked and no matter where we might be in life’s narrow bridge, our world comes crashing to a halt. How can we enjoy even the smallest pleasures knowing that within our nation three families are suffering so terribly? With too many in the world cackling and pointing fingers, delighted to explain how we deserve to be hunted like rats.
Our family isn’t going to personally search house-to-house, that’s a job for our soldiers. We aren’t going to demand retribution from the Arabs calling themselves “Palestinians”, that’s a job for our elected officials.
We also aren’t just going to sit idly by, and pretend that everything is ok. I know that Extra-Ordinary families get it. We so often encounter people blindly pretending that everything is perfectly all right with the world, while our children are suffering. And we have to yell, and fight and get creative just to accomplish the goal of making people aware that no, we haven’t yet achieved perfection here. You can’t have perfection when someone is left behind.
So this post is about me not sitting idly by. I’m going to do what I can to make sure this doesn’t drop to a second-page story.