I awake to find Sroch playing toy soldiers with playing cards. That's her moving her armies.
Note also her pajamas; an old shabbos dress. :)
As I wrote the last post, Sroch popped out of bed and said she had to write something.
I let her, and when she was done she showed it to.
It was a note to God, asking him to bring mashiach, and if not in her lifetime that she should return in techiyas hameisim to see it, but he should answer her tfilos and bring mashiach on tisha b'av.
So we hugged and kissed and sniffled and I said, you are so like your mother, sitting here crying in the middle of the night.
And she said, "I cried already, " and then grinned and skipped off to bed.
We have a lot of important talks around bedtime, sometimes. I do tell the kids some of what's going on with the war, since they'll just hear bits and pieces from their friends anyway. So we've talked about (and they've seen some pictures of) the tunnels, the rockets, Iron Dome, the chayalim singing and dancing, and so on.
Bless them, we've also talked about having compassion for the Arabs caught in the Gaza crossfire, like the children killed today when a Hamas rocket misfired.
"Mommy, don't they care if their own children get hurt?"
No guys. Some of them really don't seem to.
"What kind of people are like that?" they ask me. Because if I proud of nothing else in their education, I am proud that I taught them all people have value, Jew and non Jew.
So we've concluded Hamas is doody. They're like poop.
And we've discussed that a lot of the world is angry at Israel now. I read an article the other day that seemed to be making the argument that the conflict was unfair, cause Israel hasn't had as many deaths as Gaza (and Sroch is all like, "nu, the world isn't about fair!").
And my girls? They are still, mostly, unafraid. We holler 'good luck boys!' to the planes rumbling overhead, we race to check the app on Mommy's phone when it pings that there's a siren somewhere, we have brachos parties and tehillim and ... they are not afraid.
They have a powerful awareness that God is running the universe, that there is a reason for everything. And they know that achdus, unity, is the key to God staying on our side.
Now it's Av- the 9 Days, a dangerous time for the Jewish nation but, also, the time with the potential for our greatest salvation.
So Sroch says to me tonight, after I tell her that it was a really hard day for the war today-
"Mommy, maybe, maybe now it's Av and so it's bad now, and maybe it's going to get harder now every day, and will get worse and worse... until after tisha b'av when... " she spreads her hands and her voice fills with wonder, "Hashem will start the geulah! "
And Llama says, "I wish it would be even tomorrow!"
Amen, holy kinderlach. Amen.
I often forget or "forget" to have the girls bentch after they eat during the week- I so dislike it when they occasional object that I tend to avoid it.
But I recently realized that was totally unfair to their own spiritual growth and relationship with God. THEY need to bentch for their own sakes.
So tonight I said:
"Guys, often we forget to bentch after we eat dinner, but I think especially because Yisroel needs all the (merits) it can get right now, can we bentch nicely tonight?"
BIG cries of "for sure!" from the girls, much rushing to the table, and Sroch says they can bentch from ONE bentcher.
I say, of course you can, Llama can't read yet.
"No Mommy! We'll bentch together from one bentcher for the ACHDUS!"
And as I type, they are singing praises to God for their food, for their land, for everything.
May it be a zchus for us all. (cause I gotta tell you- I'm rather tired of this war...)