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Recognizing and replacing limiting financial thinking

Recently, we needed to make a cash purchase on short notice for a sum that was higher than the daily maximum able to be withdraw from the ATM.

Since it was too late in the day to go to the bank and withdraw the necessary sum, we scraped together all the cash we had in the house that was set aside for different purposes. I assumed that in the next day or two I would withdraw the sum we ‘borrowed’ from ourselves from the bank and replace it. I delayed doing that, however, since the next day I saw that a large sum owed to us that was supposed to have been deposited wasn’t made. I decided to wait until that was paid before making the withdrawal to replace the cash.

Over the next day I noticed something really interesting.

When I got to an appointment much earlier than I expected, I began considering what to do while I waited for my appointment. “I could stop at the grocery store.” No, you don’t have any cash with you. “Oh, there’s a toy store with costumes; maybe they have the dress-up hat I’m looking for??” No, you don’t have any cash with you.

Then I thought about scheduling a trip I wanted to take the boys on at some time in the future, which reminded me I didn’t have cash for it. As thoughts went through my mind during the morning hours, to all of those that involved money I told myself, “You don’t have money for that.”

Until that morning, I didn’t realize how often thoughts connected to money went through my head. Since I generally keep cash available for my discretionary spending, when a thought about spending goes through my mind, I tell myself, “Sure, I can do that.” Sometimes I make the purchase; more often than not it remains a thought. But I was continually telling myself “Yes, I have the resources and I can do that.”

I could mentally spend the same thousand shekels many times over, and it was still sitting in my wallet after all of it! These thoughts of abundance were creating and reinforcing a sense of prosperity in me.

I didn’t realize how positive all those thoughts were until I experienced the contrast. After just four hours of telling myself, “You don’t have and you can’t,” I felt so deprived. It didn’t matter that I didn’t need any of these things, and it didn’t matter that I have the money to replace the cash sitting in my bank account. What mattered is that I kept telling myself I couldn’t have those items/experiences.

This was a powerful reminder for me of how important it is to pay attention to the thoughts we allow into our heads! I haven’t yet withdrawn the cash, but I’m now more conscious of what I was telling myself and replacing those thoughts with ‘Yes’ thoughts.

I remember years ago hearing someone talk about keeping a hundred dollars in his pocket, because it created a sense of prosperity in him. I now understand exactly what he was talking about!

Avivah

Foster care – rising to the challenge and finding the fun in ‘playing the game’

It’s been over a week with all the kids home sick.

When I started feeling under the weather, did I do anything I would tell someone else to do to boost their immune system?

No, I did not.

I so infrequently get sick that I thought that would be unnecessary.

Well, after spending three and a half days in bed while my husband took off from work to take care of me and the kids, I can say I was wrong.

A nice thing about having to rest is it gives one a lot of time to think. My mind has been churning on a few topics and I’m making significant progress on them all. It’s quite exciting.

In my last post, I shared that we will be having a surprise visit to check on our home and the kids. This was very stressful for me to think about.

The first day everyone was home sick, the kids were all sleeping in the living room and on the patio outside for hours. I couldn’t go anywhere, but I didn’t need to do much for them because they were all sleeping all day long. I got lots done in the kitchen, and as I was working throughout that day, I was picturing what it would look like if someone would come in at various points.

Even though I was on top of everything and the kids weren’t active so they didn’t make any messes, it became clear that even in the very best of circumstances my house can never be spotless when people are actively living in it.

I cook everything from scratch, so there’s constant peeling or slicing or whizzing in the food processor. I don’t use disposable dishes and combined with cooking from scratch, that means there are constantly pots and dishes being used and needing to be washed. I don’t have cleaning help. I do kitchen projects like making pickles or homemade apple cider which take up counter space (I strained my apple cider that very afternoon). I often get large quantities of produce that can be sitting around waiting to be processed or put away. That afternoon I put two huge pans of dried chickpeas on the counter to soak to prepare for canning.

One gaping flaw in the design of my home is that when you enter, you walk directly into the kitchen. It’s beyond absurd to have the mostly highly used room in the home be the first thing people see. Do you know how unrealistic it is to always have your kitchen company ready? It wasn’t actually designed like this, but the contractor took a shortcut in all the houses and reversed the location of the living room and kitchen rather than sticking to the plans.

At the end of that day of watching myself doing all that I do, it was clear to me that I could not and would not allow this woman in my home on the spur of the moment. It doesn’t matter how organized I am, how hard I work – it’s just impossible for me to have a home that looks like people don’t live here when so many people do. I called my social worker the next day and informed her that person is welcome to come any time she wants, but as would anyone else who wants to visit, she can call me to set up a time.

That was very freeing, and took away most of the stress I was feeling. While things can get very messy in the course of the day, I don’t have a problem having the house very clean for a scheduled visit.

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I wasn’t sure how this boundary was going to be received and in fact didn’t set this sooner because I felt hamstrung by my concern for the kids. I don’t want her to get so angry that she would feel she had an excuse to pull them from us, but I have to protect my boundaries. My home is my sanctuary, my safe place, and I can’t allow that to be taken from me.

I’ve had to make my peace with her threats to remove them. My social worker said she’s never going to be able to find someone else to take both children, but that was scant reassurance for me. I know it’s not a priority to her if they stay together or even if they end up in a family home. I believe she would be fine with placing them in an educational institution as soon as they’re old enough (I believe some children’s villages accept children at the age of six).

During the day I’m pretty matter of fact about the threats to remove them if I don’t do exactly what she wants, but twice in the last ten days I’ve had intense nightmares involving the twins being taken away. I woke up a couple of nights ago to my husband very worriedly bent over me – he said I was screaming in my sleep. I’ve never, ever done that in my life. This brought me to contemplating why I was reacting to this threat like this, to try to create some emotional distance.

I look at the twins sometimes and my heart clutches knowing how vulnerable they are.
Since they have challenging behaviors that require a lot of patience and understanding that most people don’t consistently have, the likelihood of abuse is high if placed somewhere else. They are so trusting of us, and it’s because they feel safe that so many of their behaviors have calmed down or disappeared. It pains me knowing how limited my ability to protect them is.

All of this criticism of me and worry about the kids is bringing me to the same place – to let go of my ego and fears, and to turn to Hashem (G-d), knowing this entire circumstance is being orchestrated for the highest good of everyone involved. I wanted to raise them to be healthy adults, and it’s very possible I won’t have the opportunity to do what I thought I would. It’s possible they’ll experience having to be different places that I would want to protect them from. But that’s also part of the plan. Thanks to all the thinking and processing time I had while I was in bed sick for a few days, at this point I feel pretty solid with that, not just intellectually but emotionally.

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I’ve shifted to being irritated at the demands and insinuations that I’m not careful enough about their hygiene, to accepting as a fact of life that you have to put on a show when dealing with the system. I hate that kind of thing, particularly since it seems incredibly unnecessary since everything is so good without making a special effort to try to impress anyone. But now I’m embracing the challenge and even see ‘playing the game’ as fun. Why shouldn’t I learn to do something better or in a different more efficient way if it will benefit me?

I asked myself, what make a child look more well-cared for then what I already do? Maybe more involved hair styles, different styles every day? Dd6 has waist length hair, and usually I make two long ponytails and braid them both. Dd is very sensitive and screams a lot when her hair is brushed and styled; this style takes ten minutes every morning and I haven’t wanted to ask her to stand still for something more involved than that.

Now I have a reason to spend more time on her hair. To get her buy-in, I let her watch a couple of braiding videos with me and then she requested for me to make those styles for her. To keep her calm while I do her hair, I let her look at a video of someone’s hair being styled. I’ve been doing this a week and she’s gotten used to fifteen minute sessions.

I often made French braids for my older daughters when they were young, and for a few days I’ve made her French braids on each side of her head. Now I’m learning new styles – I’ve just mastered a fishtail braid today – and I even created a new hairstyle for Shabbos thanks to getting my creative juices flowing by watching different braiding techniques.

My oldest daughter mentioned there’s a way to fold clothes so they don’t get unfolded when a child moves things around. Now I’m learning about pocket folding and once I better understand how to use that method, the drawers will stay neater with less need for me to rearrange the drawer.

I decided that the night before they have visitation will now be their regular nail cutting time for them both, and scalp moisturizing time for ds6. I already give ds6 haircuts a couple of days after visitation, so that his hair grows out a little before his parents see him. Then it’s harder for them to feel if he has a little dry patch on his scalp (which I was taking care of for months before they noticed it and complained about it).

I take them directly from kindergarten to the visitation, and now I’m going to build in fifteen extra minutes to fix dd’s hair so it will be freshly done, and make sure she’s wearing her nicest clothing. It’s ironic that their parents complained about their clothing, because I was dressing the kids on the day of the visits in the clothing their parents bought them, thinking the parents would have pleasure seeing their children wearing it. The social worker told me that the parents commented that they really liked seeing the kids wearing the shoes and clothes they gave them – but it was just a week later that they made the specious complaint to the committee about me not dressing the children in clothing that fit them properly.

I’m a visual person, and I like when things are clean. I like when things are organized, and I like when children are nicely dressed – it gives me pleasure to see that. I’m going to enjoy raising the standard of whatever I’m doing because I want to do it; no one is forcing me to do any of this. I don’t feel like a victim of ridiculous dictates anymore. I’m choosing to see it as fun and expansive for me. Believe me, that feels worlds better than the way I was previously looking at it.

Avivah

Dysregulation – maintaining a calm presence

Parents often want techniques to get their children to behave. But it’s not techniques or knowing the right words to say that are going to help. It’s the energy they feel from you.

Staying calm and regulated in the face of their dysregulation is your most powerful tool. When a child loses it, he needs your calm to help him calm down. Young children don’t have the ability to regulate themselves emotionally. His brain will mirror your brain.

To me, the most important thing is not about what you do or say to a child who is having a meltdown, but how you maintain your own inner calm. That’s always my main focus. If I can stay calm, there’s a high likelihood I’m going to be able to tune into their emotions and appropriately mirror what they’re feeling. I’ll be able to see past their behavior to the sweet child inside, and recognize that they’re in a moment of struggle right then. Then I can be compassionate instead of frustrated.

A young child isn’t able to moderate their emotions by themselves. They need your help to calm down and get back to themselves. You literally are their external brain, and when you are calm, you not only model how to act for them, but you teach their brain they are safe.

There are times that it’s easy to be calm, and you don’t need to try. But then there are the times when your children are much more challenged, or you’re feeling much more challenged – and the worst: when you’re stressed and they’re stressed at the same time.

This is when you have to be the most careful because your interactions are highly likely to be really negative.

Yesterday morning I had a situation like this. I was feeling very pressured in the morning because I thought I might be going with ds11 on his school van, and in the event that would be allowed, needed to have everyone completely ready before I got on the van at 7:20 am. I had only thought about doing this in the middle of the night, so no advance planning was done.

So I was feeling some time pressure and wanted the younger three children to put on the clothes that I gave them with less than usual assistance from me. They’re all quite capable of that, technically. I gave them each their clothes and told them I’d help them if they needed help, but to please put their clothes on as much as they could while I got their lunch boxes ready.

Despite reminders, ds6 did nothing to get dressed for half an hour.

He did other things, though – he put on his muddy boots over his soiled pajamas, climbed all over the top bunk bed in dd’s room, getting it all muddy in the process. I took him down and reminded him it’s time to put on underwear and pants. I sat him down to anchor him physically (he’s very easily distracted) and gave him his clothing again.

I came back in a few minutes later – he was on top of a different bunk bed (now also muddy), still with muddy boots and soiled clothing, still no progress getting dressed. Thirty minutes had passed by this point from when I had first given him his clothing and asked him to get dressed.

Though the muddy boots on the beds was a first, there was nothing unusual about this scenario. He usually needs a lot of guidance to do something and if he doesn’t have it, he does what feels interesting to him at that moment. But on this day, I had to take a deep breath because I was feeling so annoyed. One of his signs of dysregulation is distraction – he moves faster and faster, getting more and more erratic, seemingly oblivious to what he’s supposed to be doing.

I took off his boots, took off his pants, and put his underwear on him. I didn’t want to physically interact with him at that moment any more than that because of the level of irritation I was feeling.

Do you think me being frustrated was conducive to him moving faster? No. Was my expectation that he get himself dressed realistic? Not in that moment.

When I learned at 7 am that I wouldn’t be allowed to go on the school van because I didn’t have advance authorization, it was as if a balloon of tension emptied out of me. While I attended to getting the kids who needed to go on the van out the door, I let ds6 get dressed in his own time, helping him afterward with the clothing items that were missing when I had restored my inner calm.

Seeing he was unable to follow even minimal direction, I knew he needed more relaxed time and warmth than usual and made the decision to give him a ‘vacation day with Mommy’. He was so happy about that. He loves to stay home with me and it’s been three weeks since his last day home. We had a really nice day and he was so happy and relaxed all day long. This is when I felt like his balloon of tension released from him. (His teacher called me later that morning and mentioned he had a hard time the morning before, and I was especially glad I had kept him home to unwind.)

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Everyone has specific times and situations that trigger them.

My biggest challenge is when I feel time pressured, as I shared above, and this is when I’m most likely to overreact. When you know what your triggers are, you can take steps to avoid them.

Knowing my sensitivity to tension around time, I find a few things helpful. The first is to be proactive and take steps to avoid getting into situations that are hard for you and require a lot of your emotional energy to stay on an even keel. I build margin into situations, leaving more time than I need to to get places on time and to get children ready. I try to think ahead so that in the mornings, I’m not rushing or trying to find things.

For example, today three of the kids need white shirts because it’s Tu B’shvat so a couple of days ago I made sure all of their shirts were washed so when it’s time to get dressed, I’m not looking at empty hangers in the closet and realizing the shirts they need are unwashed and in the hampers. That would be stressful for me and cause me to feel tense. One child is supposed to take a treat for the class party, so that was purchased last night and put into his backpack.

I’ve had a few times that I realized the night before that I didn’t have enough bread for sandwiches and had to go to the store down the block at 5:30 am. Now I buy a few loaves and keep them in the freezer so I don’t run into that situation.

However, life happens, things come up, and I can’t and don’t always preempt to the degree that I’m never in a situation that challenges me.

Then there’s the level of managing thoughts. If I think thoughts like, “Why isn’t he getting ready, what’s the matter with him, what’s wrong with me that I can’t get him to do what he’s supposed to do?!”, I’m going to feel annoyed and even angry. If I think, “I don’t have enough time, I can’t do this, it’s too much”, I’m going to feel tense and stressed.

So I try to replace these kind of thoughts with more calming thoughts like: “I have plenty of time, it’s fine, I’m doing great, everyone is working together with me”. This is really helpful, because it’s our mostly our thinking about a situation that cause us to become dysregulated, more than the situation itself.

When I keep my voice calm, it keeps me – and everyone else – calm. If I’m feeling annoyed, dropping my voice to a lower key and speaking slower helps me feel more calm, whereas if I speak faster and more urgently, I get more upset.

Lastly, shift your external environment to support you. I find music to be a wonderful tool. Often I put on upbeat music in the mornings and get the kids dressed while singing and doing funny dance moves with them. Sometimes I’m thinking about all I need to do that day and starting to feel tense, and I put on relaxing music or affirmations to listen to while I prepare their lunch boxes. (Ideally their lunch boxes would be prepared before waking them up and in warmer weather I do but in the winter I like to stay in bed where it’s cozy for longer. :))

Don’t beat yourself up for not always being calm. I want to be calm and collected no matter what is going on around me, and have to forgive myself for not always being able to do that. However, over time I’ve significantly increased my capacity to stay calm in the face of challenging behavior.

Avivah

Caretaking as a parent gets older

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.

Avivah

Keeping it real…I am worn so thin

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.

Avivah

Updated list of hostages for prayer, prayer without overwhelm

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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My shiva visit to a family of a young man murdered, prayers for the hostages – names included

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.

Avivah

How we’re managing the war situation right now

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.

Avivah



School updates and setting goals for the coming year

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”.

Avivah

More about fostering and being generous

In my last post, I shared an update about the foster care placement we were approached about. I mentioned it here when I did because after a month of being involved in this situation, the placement seemed highly likely and I wanted to share about the process we were going through. It was a question of ‘when’ more than ‘if’.

Today the social worker called to update me that they’re in a situation they’ve never been in before: they’re unable so late in the school year to find any school within an hour’s travel time from our home able to accept him, even with legal pressure brought to bear on the schools. (After telling me he can’t travel, they went back to looking at schools further away.) While it seems obvious that the easiest and best thing would be to leave him in school where he is, which is less than an hour away, there’s a funding issue that precludes that possibility.

Since they can’t find a school until the coming school year, they’ve cancelled the home visit that was supposed to take place a couple of days from now. Instead, they are going back to court to overturn the injunction that the child needed to be removed from this foster home, and request he be allowed to stay there. If that fails, they are talking about beginning a country-wide search to find a different foster home (close enough to a suitable school, presumably), since their search in the northern part of the country only found us.

To my mind, this is all upside down and doesn’t put the child and what is good for him at the center at all. It doesn’t seem efficient, logical, economical or prudent. But my opinions have no bearing on anything.

What this means is that now, the placement with our family is being placed very far on the back burner and as far as I’m concerned, it’s off the table. While I continue to be in touch with our social worker discussing potential solutions, there’s too much that can change between now and September for me to assume it will happen.

My take on this is, if something is supposed to happen, Hashem will make it happen. And if it’s not meant to happen, it doesn’t matter how much it looks like it should happen – it’s not going to happen.

I learned this lesson very clearly when we were involved with Baby M, when it seemed obvious to everyone involved we were the perfect family for her. Then that didn’t happen. When we got the call about ds6, it seemed highly unlikely it could work out; time and time again, rules were bent and changes to official procedure that had never been made were made to faciliate his joining our family.

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There were some very nice comments to my last post about me being a very generous person, and I want to respond with a bit of perspective.

A few months ago, I commented to my kids that I’m not a generous person. My children didn’t agree with me, and thought I was being overly critical of myself. What I meant, and explained to them, is that there are areas that I’m more easily able to give, and there are ways that are difficult for me. I’m very generous in some ways. And in others I’m not.

Some people can have people in and out of their houses all the time. I can’t. Some people have no expectations of guests, and willingly host regardless of if they like the person. I won’t. Some people don’t care if people show appreciation for what they do. I do. Some people generously share all of their possessions and time with others. I don’t. I could go on an on with examples.

I have a soft spot for children whose homes aren’t nurturing places. Part of the motivation for my work as a parenting educator comes from that. It hasn’t found expression in mentoring troubled teens or starting a halfway house, but mostly by trying to make my home a positive place where I hope our children feel loved, and helping others to do the same.

When I was asked about this foster placement, I was quick to say no.
My two youngest sons are moving out of the very intensive stage of supervision that I’ve been at for a very long time. After almost thirty years of being there for my children around the clock, I’m now able to enjoy some quiet, kid-free time in the mornings, time I can use as I want. That’s very precious to me.

The idea of adding another child who needs constant supervision really didn’t appeal to me. I didn’t have readiness to give up that long awaited quiet and space in my life. I certainly had no interest in becoming more involved with social services.

Having made it clear I wasn’t interested, I began to think about it without any outside expectation or pressure. I thought very much about what would be necessary to parent this child, what it would require of me physically and emotionally.

Here’s a very important detail that I haven’t shared. I mentioned he has a sibling for whom a possible placement was found in Yavneel and that’s how we were originally contacted, as a potential home in the same area. The sibling is actually a twin. It deeply, deeply pained me to think of two siblings who had so much taken away from them, now being separated from one another.

Though the social worker didn’t ask us to consider taking them both – they don’t expect to find any family willing to do that – the question I asked myself was if we could bring them both into our home. Though you might think that would have been so overwhelming that it would make it even less likely a possibility, somehow the sense of mission it created in me was significant enough for me to be willing to give up my long awaited quiet.

When I looked at what would be involved, I could see that our lives had prepared my husband and I for this. That’s not to say it wouldn’t be very challenging. We were both very realistic about this. But we felt it was something that we were being called to do. So the placement that we have actually been discussing has been for both of the children, though I’ve referred in my writing here to only the child we were initially asked about.

There are lots of other things we could have been asked to do that wouldn’t have felt like a fit for our strengths, and we wouldn’t have been willing to extend ourselves to do it. As I said, there are ways I’m able to give and ways I’m not.

That’s the back story about what motivates me and activated my generosity in this situation.

Avivah