I’ve been missing for a while because so much has been going on. To sum up, my mother moved in with us and needed a lot of assistance.

Having a full life that includes several young children with high needs and assisting her with all the details she needed help with was a lot. But it was the difference of opinion about going forward that I found hardest. I felt it wasn’t safe for her to return to her past living situation, but she insisted it was fine.

A couple of weeks ago, feeling aware of how much I was dealing with, I mused to my husband, “I wonder at what point doing a lot becomes too much?”

A day and a half later, following more difficult conversations and interactions, I marched into the room my husband was in, closed the door behind me and said, “That’s it – I can’t do this anymore. It’s too much for me. I can’t handle this.”

Though I’ve never used services like this previously, at that point I felt like I needed some kind of emotional counseling. From his broader perspective, my husband disagreed and said I was emotionally doing fine, but what I needed was a social worker experienced in elder care to give practical assistance so that everything relating to my mother wasn’t my sole physical and emotional responsibility.

Though she was eligible from the moment she left the hospital and I was told within two days she could get help, it took almost six weeks to get assistance for my mother – tomorrow will be the first day someone comes to help her. The reason it took so long was because the application needed to be made in the area she was living, and she was insistent she wasn’t going to stay with us long term. Until the issue of where she would live was resolved, we couldn’t apply for the help that she – and we – needed.

The impasse we were at was suddenly and to me, miraculously, broken when she saw the apartment attached to the house in Yavneel my daughter and son-in-law had just moved into that very day. Weeks before, they had offered to let her sublet the vacation apartment that they planned to rent out once they moved in. This was a very generous offer on their part and I thought it was the best option, but though I brought it up many times, every time she refused to consider it.

To sum up a very long process, once she saw the apartment she loved it and decided to officially make Yavneel her home. Once that decision was made, there was more to do. Last week I packed up her belongings in Beit Shemesh (Monday), had an appointment with a social worker to do the necessary paperwork (Tuesday), arranged for a trailer to bring her stuff here (Thursday), and helped her get unpacked (Friday).

There’s only so much time and space a person has in their lives to take on more responsibilities without dropping other balls. My computer stopped working during this period; it took two or three weeks to get it fixed because I was too busy to stay on top of calling and reminding the repair guy about it. Then when it was fixed, it took another week until I had time to open it – tonight, the first day that my mother isn’t staying with us.

While my computer was out of commission, my website went down because I didn’t renew my domain name on time. (Thank you to two readers who emailed me since I didn’t realize it had happened.) Despite generally being on top of details like these, there was too much on my plate and this was a ball I dropped.

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There were a lot of emotions to deal with during this time. It’s not easy when a parent becomes more dependent. In our situation, my mother doesn’t speak Hebrew so this made me responsible for the technical details of her life since we live in a Hebrew speaking country. While I constantly reminded myself what a difficult position it is for an independent person to suddenly be in the situation she was in, I had less patience for my own limitations. I fell short in responding in the way I wanted, often feeling like a terrible person – not being helpful enough, sensitive enough, kind enough.

This was particularly because I had to bring up the topic my mother didn’t want to address – where to live. I understood her avoidance of the topic and hated needing to talk about it. I’d love for her to continue to be fully independent. I felt like I was causing her pain and cornering her when suggesting she needed to live close to family, and at the same time, for her safety the discussion had to be had and a decision had to be made. But I felt cruel for having these discussions, and often wondered if I could have done it more diplomatically and kindly than I did.

Today when I was doing my regular morning chores I realized my mother wasn’t here for the first time in weeks and it like something was missing. There were some very nice and helpful things about having my mom around – she spent time reading to the younger kids, and took on doing the dishes as her job, which I really appreciated since there’s always a lot of dishes to wash in this house! She and ds14 had breakfast together and shmoozed every morning at length, which was really nice for them both. Though she has physical constraints, she wanted to help out as much as she could and constantly expressed how appreciative she was for what I was doing for her.

The doctors said she might get better to some degree, but couldn’t say how long it would take or how much improvement to expect. They told me not to expect her to return to her previous physically functioning, but I’m optimistic that might be possible. She’s doing dramatically better than when she arrived, much better than I hoped. I’ve been taking her for weekly appointments at the osteopath, and was particular to give her nutrient dense, healing meals – I believe that combined with being with loving family members is likely what has been responsible for all of the improvements. Hopefully she will continue to get healthier and stronger as time goes on.

Once she gets settled in and adjusted to her new home and living here, I hope she’ll be very happy to have made the change. I’m glad I was able to support her through this process and will continue to support her. It definitely feels much easier now that the living situation topic has been resolved, and she can live in her own space.

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It’s been an intense three weeks.

Actually, it’s been an intense six months.

When the twins came, I shared about how intense that was. There was one week at the end of June when all four of the younger children were in school at the same time, and that was a relief. I can’t say it was a quiet week since I spent three of those six days attending end of year parties in different cities for different children, but that was my big quiet chunk of time in this last six months. Ds6.5 and ds11 began their summer vacation in the beginning of July; the twins joined them at home for all of August. Having four children with special needs at home is a lot.

When the school year began, one of the younger four children stayed home from school for whatever reason almost every day. Then it was the holiday period, during which we hosted our mothers as well as all the married children and grandchildren for the the entire holiday (23 people plus two newborns for every holiday meal, plus a full house for all of the intermediary days). It was an enormous amount of work and I simultaneously thought about how grateful I was for all the busyness, and how very much I was looking forward to some downtime to unwind from the months of ‘being on’ for so many people.

Some news trickled in on Simchas Torah but it was immediately at the outset of the holiday that we were hit by the news of the brutal massacre of civilians in the south, and then the beginning of the war. I think it’s accurate to say that’s been an emotional weight on every person in this country.

There was no school throughout the country for about two weeks; the first shortened school day for our youngest four children was on a Monday (Oct. 23). That made it possible for me to visit my mother in the hospital in Jerusalem after she had been there for over a week. The next morning one child stayed home, while I fielded calls from the social worker about setting up a plan about how to support my mother when she left the hospital.

On Wednesday (October 25), all four of our children had school for the full day (until 2 pm) for the first time. That was fortunate since I was able to leave at 4:45 am to travel to Jerusalem and bring my mother to our home after her release from the hospital, getting back with five minutes to spare before needing to pick the twins up from school.

My mother needs a lot of support at this time, but I’m hopeful that in a few weeks she will regain her strength and be able to return to living independently. While my mother isn’t a demanding person, she needs physical assistance, as well as help filing paperwork for services that she needs; regular meals that need to be cooked and served; and I still have my very wonderful children with a lot of needs to take care of.

In a comment some time ago, someone wrote that apparently I have a high capacity to have people around me all the time. While it’s true that I’ve developed a higher capacity than I would have if I had a smaller family, I nonetheless need quiet time for myself to rejuvenate, and that’s been almost completely missing for close to six months. I’m physically and emotionally tired, and while I’m not at the very end of my rope, I’m feeling worn thin.

The lack of time to myself is a real issue and while I try to continue to do what needs to be done without getting overly emotional or resentful about it, sometimes I just want to be left alone. It is very, very hard to have personal space in my life at this time; as soon as I finish with one person, the next person is ready for me to be with them – from early morning until late at night. (This is actually how I became a night owl once I had teens – teens like to talk late at night, and in order to spend time with them and still have personal time, I would stay up until after they went to sleep at midnight to have time by myself. I made a huge effort to reverse that about eight years ago and love getting up early now, and don’t want to go back to staying up late as a solution.)

Regardless of how much I do, I’m still left with the feeling that what I’m giving isn’t enough for anyone. I’m just accepting that’s how it is right now.

I’m not going to write all about the importance of self-care and personal time, and how I’m managing to find that even in the middle of this. I think about that, I’m trying to find ways but right now I have fragments of time to myself and it’s very far from enough. That’s my reality right now. I’m doing the best that I can, I focus on my many blessings and…I’m depleted.

Though by the time evening comes I’m pretty worn out, fortunately night is followed by morning and each day I start the day with somewhat fresher energy. In every tough time and situation, dark is followed by light. Even when you can’t see it, the light is coming.

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I’ve been praying for each of the hostages individually and as a group every day, and last week shared the incomplete list that I was using. The list here seems to be the most updated, with the names missing from the last list now available. (It looks to me that the names of the two hostages that were freed yesterday have been removed.) I tried to load it here for you but it’s saved in a form that doesn’t allow downloads. I was able to print it out from the site linked.

While we understand intellectually that each of the hostages is an individual, reading each name can be very emotionally evocative. Some find that the emotion it brings up allows them to pray with more intention and focus, but others will be overwhelmed by the intensity of feelings that may come up.

If it’s too much for you to pray for the individuals, please say a general pray for their well-being and safety. There is no benefit to becoming emotionally overwhelmed by the thought of the suffering, and there’s no room for guilt about not using the list since there is no right or wrong way to pray.

When I use this list, I feel like I’m doing something concrete to help our suffering brethren. I find it powerful and helpful for me. Please take your emotional pulse and see what feels like the right way for you to pray for those suffering, and then do that.

And for those overwhelmed by their own desire to pray and do good deeds, but not managing to do it – it’s okay to think of our hostages while trying to be a calm and loving spouse/mother/individual. The entire Israeli society is so stressed right now and you can feel the tension everywhere you go. I think this is a situation of the airplane oxygen mask – first be sure your emotional equilibrium is set, and then tend to being of service to others.

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Last night I did something I’ve never done before – I went to a shiva of a family I didn’t know at all. When I saw on the funeral notice that the parents of one of the young men murdered at the music festival was sitting shiva fifteen minutes away, it was important to me to go.

My children asked me what I was going to do at a shiva where I didn’t know the family? The victims of last week’s terrible tragedies were mostly not outwardly religious, and it was important to me as an individual and also as a representative of the charedi community to share that all of us are crying over the loss of their children – we are one people and their loss is our loss.

So I went. I couldn’t tell who was sitting shiva when I went in, as I didn’t see anyone sitting in a low chair or wearing a torn garment. The atmosphere was different than shiva houses I’ve been to in the past, and I didn’t see the mother at first. Finally I asked someone where she was and went inside to speak with her for a few minutes.

Before leaving I said the sentence traditionally recited before leaving a shiva house:
Hamakom yenakhem etekhem betokh shaar avelay tziyon viyrushalayim – May the Omnipresent comfort you among the rest of the mourners of Zion and Jerusalem. She looked quizzical when I said it, and I wondered if I was saying something unfamiliar, even though shiva began several days ago. I had presumed until this visit that shiva customs were universally observed. In the future I would preface the phrase with a one sentence explanation.

This is a family and group of friends that identify as ‘leftists’, as I heard one of them say as I walked out. I’m not a political person and don’t like definitions that separate people but we live in a world where these identities can too easily obscure the person himself. While I did look and feel out of place, I’m nonetheless glad that I went and would encourage others to do the same. Unfortunately there are hundreds of shiva houses around the country right now and if you live in Israel, one is going to be in your proximity. The Jewish people is one family, and when one of us is hurt, all of us cry. I think there is some comfort in knowing that even those outside of one’s immediate sphere shares their loss.

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There are 164 199 (edited: higher number reported later in the day) Jewish hostages that were taken by terrorists into Gaza, including infants, young children and the elderly. We hope that more people will not be added to that number. Until today I was saying my own generic prayer for protection and safety for them all. When I saw this list with the name of each person listed, I was glad to have it so that I can pray for each of them individually.

Edited to add: I don’t know the source of this list; I don’t know how it was compiled and undoubtedly there are errors. There are people who may be listed who have since been found killed; there are hostages whose names are not listed. This seems to have been compiled last week and every day we are learning more and more. I’m sure there are errors – no one should consider this definitive. It’s what I’ve seen available at this point and it’s what I’m using until I see something different. My thought is that if I pray for someone who was killed, or someone who was hurt and later found, those prayers will still benefit them/their souls. My intention is to be of service in some small way by suggesting prayers are offered for these people; please don’t be upset at the lack of accuracy.

There is nothing- nothing – nothing – more powerful any of us can do than pray for the safety of all of these hostages.

If you prefer to pray for them in Hebrew, the list of names is below. I printed out a page of names for each of our family members to keep in their siddurim/prayer books.

At a time when we feel powerless and our ability to help seems almost non-existent, know that you can pick up this paper, ask Hashem/G-d to help these people, and read their names. It will take just a few minutes but the spiritual impact is enormous. No prayer is ever wasted, even if we don’t see the immediate desired result.

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Throughout Sukkos, there were a number of things I thought of writing about when the holiday was over, but all of those things faded into the background with the reality of war suddenly upon us.

Several times I’ve sat down to write but I don’t have time to finish my thoughts, and by the time I sit down again, whatever I wrote no longer seems relevant.

Thank G-d, our immediate family is fine. Unrelated to the war, one son had emergency surgery a few days ago and is doing well. My mother was hospitalized on Shabbos, released and is back at the hospital today, accompanied by my oldest son.

Here at home my nerves are a bit frayed. The constant sound of fighter planes in the sky, day and night since last Saturday night begins to wear on the nerves. Though honestly, it’s mostly my thoughts that are wearing. If it was all light and unicorns in Israel at this time, the sound of the planes wouldn’t be more than annoying at most.

We’ve set up our secure room and moved all four of the youngest children there so they are all sleeping there; that way we don’t have to wake them and move them if there’s an alert in the middle of the night. So far we’ve only had two alerts and since I was running late that evening, none of the kids were yet in bed. (Right after that we assembled a second bunkbed for the safe room to accommodate them all.)

I’m super grateful that in the five months the twins have been with us, they have dramatically calmed down. They still take a lot of emotional energy but it would have been extraordinarily difficult to have them home all day and deal with their heightened levels of anxiety and fear if this had happened in the early days of them being with us.

Many, many families from the south and north are moving to areas further from the immediate danger. Less than an hour ago I sent our phone number to a community rabbi in the south and let him know we can host a large family. I’m waiting for him to be in touch with me.

We are such a tiny, tiny country. We talk about the north and south, as if those areas are really far from everywhere else, when actually nothing is that far from the areas that are seeing active war. I’m approximately 130 kilometers from Lebanon; that’s not much more than an hour drive. Yet I feel so lucky to be so ‘far’.

The kids are all home; I haven’t told any of them about the larger situation. Since schools were cancelled on the first day after the holiday when the kids were supposed to go back, I just told them it’s still vacation. They’ve asked about when they’re going back to school but I can only say that I don’t know.

My four older boys immediately ended their vacation and began learning full-time at a local yeshiva for the spiritual war effort. My 21 year old is planning to go back to yeshiva today, and my 17 year old is supposed to go back tomorrow. I’d really rather my 17 year old stay here for now. He’s mostly alone in a dorm at night and that’s a lonely place to be at the best of times but at a time of war, would be alarming.

Last week we had a family meeting with our older boys to discuss our spiritual and physical approach to what is happening. As I told my children at the very beginning, war is good for two things: unity among the Jewish people and spiritual growth and connection to G-d. We began our meeting by listening to this fifteen minute talk about a spiritual approach to helping with the war. We discussed ways we could strengthen ourselves as a family spiritually and agreed on a few things.

At this time that people are staying close to home, I’m fully aware how fortunate I am to live where we have enough outdoor space to keep the kids occupied much more easily. I am grateful for all of my blessings.

At the same time, in the last few days I’ve felt like I’m moving through mud. Slow, lethargic, not efficient at all, physically present but not fully emotionally present with the kids. I was frustrated with myself, until I recognized that this is an emotional side effect of what is going on. Despite refusing to look at even one video of the atrocities and keeping my news intake limited, my mind is filled with thoughts of those affected, particularly the hostages.

At the same time, life as normal goes on. As I am writing this, rain began pouring down for the first time in over seven months. I got up to take out raincoats for each of the younger kids. Now they’re dancing delightedly in the rain, while upbeat music is playing throughout the house. It’s all so pleasant and joyful, and I want it to be like that.

It’s a lot of emotion to juggle.

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The older boys finished off their summer break last week with a trip to Jerusalem for Shabbos to celebrate the bris of our newest grandson, the first grandchild to be named after my father-in-law. My husband and I stayed home for Shabbos with the four younger kids, and together with my oldest daughter and her family who are staying with us for a while after her birth, we celebrated the twins’ sixth birthday. Shabbos was also the twelfth anniversary of our family arriving in Israel. And August is the month I started this blog, so this month marks seventeen years that I’ve been sharing here with you!

Ds15 and ds14 are now both learning full-time in a local yeshiva, which means I still see them but they’re not around much. That also means that after twenty two years, this is officially the first year we’re not homeschooling any children. With the younger kids still home for summer vacation and being so busy, I’m not feeling that yet, but it will hit me at some point.

I finally was able to register dd6 for kindergarten yesterday; it’s a multi-age local kindergarten a ten minute walk from our home. She’ll be starting on September 1, as will ds11 and ds6.5. I’m pleased with the school options for all of them.

As of yesterday, the new kindergarten that ds6 is supposed to attend is not coming together quickly, to say the least. I asked those responsible at the city council to tell me honestly if it’s likely they’ll open on time since to me it doesn’t seem like that will happen, and I’d like to prepare for what I’ll do if the school isn’t ready. They told me they don’t want to think about that possibility and that it has to work out.

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In the midst of all this busyness, I’m trying to take quiet time to assess where I am in my life and what I would like to move towards in the year to come. I’m using a format that I used in 2019, and when I looked back at that journal of my goals for the upcoming 3 -5 years, it’s amazing to see that I reached almost every single one.

As has been said, we overestimate what we can accomplish in one year, and underestimate what we can do in ten years.

I’m now considering what my next goals will be. When I set goals, I do so in different categories: health, spirituality, financial, personal fulfillment. Or in other words, BE/DO/HAVE – what do I want to be, do and have?

It’s so easy to overwhelm oneself by taking on too much, so I find it more effective to take on small bite sized steps. For example, in my category of spirituality, I’m adding on saying the 13 Principles of Faith (Ani Maamins) daily.

I decided to do this after hearing the interview of parents who lost a son in the Meron tragedy. As I shared at the time, three of my sons were there that night, arriving on the scene right afterwards before any official announcements had been made about what occurred. These parents started the Ani Maamin initiative, and since strengthening my faith is an ongoing effort, this seemed like a good choice for me.

This takes a very short time so it’s not a big commitment time-wise, but I try to stick with what I take on so I have to take on something small enough to integrate long term.

I’ve clarified my goals in a couple of areas, but there are other things I’m still thinking about. Are there actions I want to do, or feel like I should do them? Are there goals I’m afraid to set because I don’t know if I’ll be able to stick to my commitment, and I don’t want to fail? Am I not setting certain goals because they’re too big and intimidating? Is there a long term goal that I can break into smaller pieces to make it doable, rather than not think about it at all?

That will take more time working it through; I’m trying to finish this in the next week so that I can be ready to begin in all areas by Rosh Hashana. I’d love to do a vision board again – I’m grateful to the person who visited and brought a stack of magazines a couple of years ago, and made it possible for me to do a vision board workshop with the teen girls I was working with, as well as with all of my family members. I transferred some of the pictures from my last vision board over a year ago and pasted them into my current planner. This planner is about to end and it would be nice to refresh the pictures rather than transfer them a second time into my new planner.

There are many ways to work through these life goal questions, but however you do it, it’s valuable to take time to set some personal goals. If you set goals, you might not reach them but you’ll still come out further ahead than if you don’t set any goals at all. As the saying goes, “Reach for the moon – even if you fall short, you’ll land among stars”.

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