Monthly Archives: August 2020

Parents not allowed in schools??? No, this is not okay.

I’ve been so glad that my three year old has been able to be home since March with us. He’s doing so well in all areas and it’s with sadness that I signed him up last week for preschool. Sadness that quickly turned to alarm.

First, the pluses of what I found. I didn’t want to send him to a special ed school in a different city; it would be a very long day with a lot of travel, and I have a strong preference for an inclusive environment for him.

I signed him up for a local multi-age religious preschool (3/4/5) with a small class of just 15 students and two teachers. Rafael is also entitled to get a one on one assistant to support him in the mainstream environment. The students all live locally so these are children he will see in the community outside of school hours.

This is just a few minutes from my house by car, and since it’s multi-age, he can attend the same preschool for several years. That means less transition and more security from having the same teachers, same building and many of the same classmates.

HOWEVER – the regulations for schools throughout the country are that parents will no longer be allowed to enter the preschool (or any other school). Children have to be dropped off at the entrance gate to the school.

This is incredibly alarming. Why in the world can anyone go anywhere else – the store, the beach, the synagogue – and not into their child’s school?

I presume that most teachers are good and responsible people. But a child’s most significant protection has always been from involved parents.

A young child going to a new school for the first time needs the security of his parent’s presence. The way I’ve handled introduction to preschool in the past is to prepare them in advance, by introducing them to the teacher and show them the classroom. (In the daycare we sent to, the staff facilitated this for everyone – three children at a time were invited with their parents to come for an hour or two to help the familiarize the child with the class environment and a couple of peers to start off with. )

Nov. 2019, two days before Rafael started preschool last year. Can you see how apprehensive he looks because the photographer and place are unfamiliar to him – anxious despite sitting on my lap with my arms around him, with his siblings just an arms length away?

Last year, I stayed with Rafael a couple of hours on the first day, then left him for an hour and came back early to pick him up. We eased into a regular schedule over the course of a week or so, with me staying less and less each day, and leaving him for longer periods until he was comfortable with it.

Now I’m expected to drop him off at a building he’s never seen, with teachers and classmates he’s never met ?? Without my presence to reassure him? No way.

I’ve spoken to our foster care social worker and shared my conviction that this is emotionally unsafe for young children. She’s spoken to her supervisor, and they agree with my concerns.

However, the official response is that as a foster child, Rafael has to be registered for preschool regardless of my concerns. If I was a biological parent, there’s not a chance that I’d agree to this. To leave our children without parental supervision and physical involvement in their schools is a very dangerous precedent.

No matter how kind, how well intended or responsible everyone involved is, a parent is a child’s best advocate and protector and barring parental entry to schools is a dangerous move.

Avivah

Nine year aliyah anniversary – loving spending time with all our married kids

Nine years ago this week, we arrived in Israel with eight of our children (one was waiting at the airport to greet us), ages 2 – 18.

Coming with children above the age of ten isn’t recommended, due to the challenge in adjusting. And we had five children in that age range.

We made the decision to move very quickly in order to move as an intact family unit; if we waited any longer, we would leave older children beginning their independent adult lives behind. Our hope was that as our children married, they would choose to live in Israel and we could continue to stay connected in person.

On the anniversary of our aliyah flight we had a family barbeque. All three of our married children were there with their families. One has been with us for two weeks, one was here for a week; they both returned home to Jerusalem later that night. Another married child arrived from Jerusalem that night for a five day stay.

Ds18 managed to evade being in the photo but otherwise we had everyone except for dd19 together.

Our nineteen year old daughter missed it (she left a few days ago) but otherwise, everyone was here. When I got on the plane nine years ago, this was the vision of what we wanted to have – meaningful connection with each of our children between us and our children, and them with one another, as their personal lives expanded outside the immediate sphere of our family.

My husband and I switched places as the photographer so here he is with everyone. 🙂

Moving to a new country with a new language and culture is going to be a challenge no matter what. And there were a lot of big bumps in the road for us in the early years.

Due to events in the US, a lot of people more people than usual are considering aliyah. I know it’s scary to think of starting over, it’s hard to leave the familiar. Where will you live, will there be social and educational supports for your family, and how will you make a living?

Those are real issues that need to be addressed. And there’s probably going to be a good dose of hard in the adjustment.

But hard doesn’t last forever. And even in the midst of the hardest of the hard, none of us regretted making the move to Israel.

I’m fortunate that when I believe in something, I can see the potential difficulties but assume we’ll make it work. (That’s also the same thinking that allowed us to make a move to a different part of the country – twice! – in the last nine years.) And truly, it always works out for us.

If your heart is calling you to move to Israel, don’t let your fears get in your way. You definitely need a plan. And even more, you need a reason to move, a vision of what you want to have because this is what will keep you going when things are bumpy. And finally, you need to believe you can and will succeed.

Avivah

Last minute search – how and why we chose the high school we did

From the time that we shared our plan to move to northern Israel, almost every single person has asked, “What about schools/special ed services?”

Great question. And my not so great answer is, I really don’t know. I do know that there are no options where I live in Yavneel itself.

As far as high school goes, there is a very small learning program locally that we hoped would be a good option for ds14 and allow him to live at home, being that I have a strong preference not to send to a dorm. However, it’s not going to continue next year and even if it would, it wouldn’t meet his needs for an extended period. (It’s been great for this in-between time, though, and I’m very grateful it’s here.)

And that’s why just three weeks ago, we began the search for a suitable high school for ds. However, it’s not ideal to embark on this search long after registration has closed and the roster is full, to put it mildly.

After several conversations with ds14, it became clear that he doesn’t want to board with a family, and that knocked off the top option (it doesn’t have a dorm).

The head of the program locally asked someone who knows all the school options to come and meet him to see what he thought would be a match for him. Interestingly, he suggested the yeshiva in Karmiel – the same one that we chose not to send to, even when living in Karmiel!

When I heard this option, I had a strong knee jerk reaction to say, ‘Absolutely not!!!’ but it’s a sign of maturity to consider things with new eyes, right? It’s an excellent yeshiva with a nice student body (two of the students are still good friends of his), we know a number of the families that send there, it has the sense of being somewhat familiar because it’s located in the area we used to live in (it eases the transition when living away from home), there is less travel time than the other options, and it’s affordable.

These were all positives and I was grateful when ds had his interview and was accepted.

Then he went to visit the school.

I assumed this would be where he would go since he had a good feeling about it, and despite my personal preference for a broader academic/social focus, what matters most to me is that it’s a good fit for my son.

However, he came home very clear that he wouldn’t go there. I asked him for reasons and he responded, ‘You always tell me to listen to my intuition. And I’m telling you I don’t want to go there, I don’t know why exactly.”

I told him that while it’s enough for me, it’s helpful for all of us to know what he doesn’t want to help us hone in on what he does want. (He did go on to share some things that didn’t fit for what he wanted.)

We then contacted the principal of the high school that ds21 attended. This is a school with a strong academic program for Judaic and secular studies. Ds21 smoothed the path for us by being in touch with him directly a couple of weeks before and telling him about his brother.

When my older son attended this school, he had something like twelve kids in his class. There are now two classes of 25 for the incoming freshman class, which is their full capacity. Registration has been closed for months.

However, we were now approaching them as the parents of a student who was a remarkable asset to their yeshiva – when my husband took ds for an interview, they told him that ds21 was a ‘foundation stone’ of the yeshiva. (When ds21 spoke at his graduation as his class representative, he was introduced with the statement: ‘We can’t overstate how much this student has done for this school’.)

This was a really good experience for us. We weren’t begging someone to accept our son, or dealing with an administration acting as if they would be doing a big favor for us by taking our son. They told us that although they were at maximum capacity, they were going to accept ds14 anyway.

Ds14 had a really good feeling after visiting. When he was introduced to another staff member as ‘B’s younger brother’ and then asked if he minded being referred to as such, he said, no, he didn’t mind. ‘But’, he added, ‘by the time I graduate, people are going to be referring to him as my older brother!’ I love that he felt confident and comfortable enough to say that.

We’re all really glad to have wrapped up the search for a school, and ds14 is feeling much more relaxed knowing where he’ll be going in a few weeks. (If school opens – which is very much not a given!)

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I want to share a little more about my dilemma in choosing a school. Why didn’t I go right to the second school?

I always have this conflict about appreciating a conservative religious program and not wanting the pressure that usually comes along with it. I feel it’s important that kids have room to be without a long list of expectations on them. Not because any of my kids would have a problem with the rules, but because whenever there are strong demands, there is the potential to create strong resistance and kickback. (This is a hugely significant consideration for us.) I think it’s asking for problems to put your child in a very small box without much room to maneuver.

This is my main issue with mainstream charedi yeshivas at the high school level, and my choice has always been to send to a more open school, where our kids end up being the stronger ones religiously. There is a danger is this, too, that a child will be pulled down by their peers.

The second yeshiva has a student body that is coming from homes where parents want a dual curriculum, like us. This is the norm in the US and why we are very comfortable with it. I very much appreciate the strong education they provide that allows students to compete with anyone in the country when they graduate. But here it’s not the norm in charedi society, and most charedi parents would consider a program like this a religious compromise.

Note: the school has a charedi staff and orientation. Most of the students are coming from what I would call ‘open charedi’ homes. It’s not for kids who are struggling religiously. When they graduate, many of the students go on to strong mainstream charedi yeshivas (some go on to other options). However, the broader academic approach means the student body has more technology use and exposure to things that would be less common in the mainstream charedi world.

Although the school is also much more expensive than the first option (four times the price!), our main concern was the potential social influences. This is a choice we make very carefully every single time, after a great deal of thought and discussion about the child, his personality and what will best support him.

Avivah

Beginning kitchen renovations – yes, again!

I told a friend in the US that we’re about to start renovating our kitchen, and she said, ” You’re always redoing kitchens. Maybe next time you move, buy a place with a renovated kitchen!”

We did our first DIY kitchen renovation thirteen years ago; the last three took place in the last six years. And here I go again.

So why not buy a house with a renovated kitchen? Very simply, because I’m able to buy more home for my money by being willing to do my own upgrades.

For my past kitchens, I’ve purchased used kitchens and then customized them to my space. It requires being able to visualize and think out of the box, and I’m good at that.

This kitchen has been a lot more challenging to plan than any of the others. The way space is allotted here is unusual, and I’ve spent ages thinking and rethinking and rethinking again. Now that I’ve bought the kitchen (yep, used once again!!) and the various cabinets are sitting in front of me (the configuration is different than the detailed measurements I was given and had planned for already), I’m reworking out the details yet again!

The old kitchen was pulled out two days ago, and it was nice to to get it out. It was only seven years old but looked really dilapidated, and when we took it out, some of it was moldy and rotted.

I had originally planned to replace the kitchen before moving in, but when we suddenly moved a few months early, that plan changed. It ended up much better that I lived in this space for a while because it completely changed my idea of how to renovate.

It’s never fun taking out a kitchen because nothing is where it belongs and instead it’s piled up all over, and it makes it hard to prepare meals. But we’ve got a better workable temporary setup than ever before – we put a piece of granite from the used kitchen that I bought on top of the cabinets that will be the island, and that gives us a workspace.

The sink we’re using is in the bathroom, and here’s my workaround – I’ve placed a dish drainer set into the laundry hamper, so that I can stand at the sink and put the dishes in the drainer without having to bend down to the floor. Simple but it works and it makes me happy to find a way to make the renovation process less stressful!

Quite small but it gets the job done.

So much easier than how I washed dishes last time we did the kitchen, sitting on the edge of the bathtub/ on my knees leaning over the tub.

If you’re wondering about specifics of putting in a kitchen like this, feel free to ask! Someone on a FB group for those doing building projects/renovations in Israel asked about putting in a used kitchen a couple of years ago, and out of thousands of members, I was the only one to respond. This is my fourth kitchen here in Israel and I have a good sense of what’s involved in terms of cost and getting outside help.

My daughter, her husband and our granddaughter will be coming to visit for a week, arriving Thursday night. (And next week another of our couples, is arriving for an extended visit and the week after the third family arrives!:)) I’m very much hoping to have the countertops and sinks put in by Friday – it would be so nice to go into Shabbos with a new kitchen!

Avivah