We've had drills about what to do if there's a siren. The siren, the siren - the siren was the big topic for a few days. Now finally Sroch realizes fully that the siren means there's a rocket behind it. She's hasn't been scared... but tonight at bedtime we had to say lots of extra tehillim and she wants me to move her into the mamad (secure room) for the night ("with all of my toys and my blankies and my sippy cup and my pajamas and my blanket because I don't want a rocket to come and blow them all up").
Okay, maybe she's scared. But bless her religious heart, she also knows it's tehillim and prayer and God who will protect her.
Llama isn't scared, and enjoyed the running-to-the-mamad drills very much. They haven't actually drilled with her in school, but Sroch has.
Last night at parent-teacher conferences, I saw taped around the school the various class names (Sroch is 1א), where they are supposed to stand in case of a siren. The school doesn't have nearly enough mamad space for all 600+ students, but lots of partially-underground reinforced rooms with no windows.
We are also spoiled here, in Beit Shemesh. If there's a missile shot here, God forbid, we have like over a minute to get into place.
Yes, over a minute to run to shelter is the good life here in Israel.
Listening to the radio, it's hard to get through a song or a commercial sometimes without the interruption of a code red and the accompanying city name. Towns near the Gazan border that I've never heard of before are a constant refrain. And always the fear that the next one will be... Beit Shemesh.
The fear is not that I or mine will be hurt, chas veshalom. My fear is that my children will fear. But as of tonight's bedtime... that may be happening anyway.
On the other side, the cohesiveness and unity of Jews all over Israel is tangible, like a warm cuddly blanket of unification. And the announcer on the radio, asking for a summary of the day's military news, prompted the reporter with - "What miracles do you have to report to us today?"
We're seeing miracles. We're living miracles. No God - we don't take it for granted.
More to come later. I have to go to a bar mitzvah now, because yes, B"H, simchas still go on. As will the Jewish people, forever and ever, amen.