Hi all!
Fervid Princess posted:
Thanks for sharing the pictures. The playground looks fun.
You're welcome! There are a lot of playgrounds elsewhere in Maaleh Adumim (like this one
http://www.jr.co.il/ma/pic/ma02503.htm & in Jerusalem. Da Boyz like running around at the playgrounds. Wendy & I think that it's very important to take them out (weather-permitting) as often as possible.
mle posted:
The little one discovered puddles and we just let him go for it. He ended up soaking wet and muddy. We had to stip him down in the parking lot before we put him in his car seat. I'm glad I brought and extra snow suit for him to wear home.
I remember one late Saturday afternoon/early Saturday evening two winters ago. I was sitting in one of the synagogues in our neighborhood (not the one in the picture in the link in my previous post) waiting for the (short) Saturday evening prayers. Yohanan (it was right around his 5th birthday) & his friend Yishai (the Hebrew form of Jesse) came running in. 'Nani (as we call him) asked me if he & Yishai could go stomp puddles (it had been raining). I tucked his pants inside his Winnie-the-Pooh boots & sent him on his way. About 15 minutes later, I went outside & 'Nani and Yishai were nowhere to be found. I went home (at the time, we lived right across from the synagogue) & 'Nani wasn't there either. Wendy & I (and Naor, then 1) got the multi-wicked candle, wine & spices for the
Havdalah ceremony (which ushers out the Sabbath & ushers in the workweek, see
http://www.jewfaq.org/prayer/havdalah.htm). We figured that 'Nani was hearing
Havdalah at Yishai's house. We had just finished saying
Havdalah when
knock-knock-knock. I opened the door & confronted a mud-covered apparition that vaguely resembled our oldest son. He wasn't just dirty or muddy; he was (literally!)
covered in mud from head-to-toe. He had it in his hair, on his face, etc. If I didn't know that his winter coat was red & his pants were blue, I wouldn't have been able to tell! I noticed that he wasn't wearing his Winnie-the-Pooh boots but was standing there in mud-covered socks. He looked like he was ready to cry & was probably afraid that we would be angry at him (we weren't, shocked maybe, but not angry). I asked him what he had been doing & where his boots were. All he could manage was: "Yishai and I were in the mud at his house. My boots are in the mud. Wendy hauled him into the bathroom, put him in the tub & began hosing the mud off him with the shower, all the while saying things like, "Look at you! How could you get so filthy, etc." I grabbed my coat & went over to Yishai's. His father was waiting for me. Our two little geniuses had to decide to roll in the mud in an unfinished section of Yishai's back yard; they had laid down & logrolled in the mud. When they sttod up, their boots stuck fast in the thick, gooey, sticky, viscous mud, so they stepped out of them. Yishai's father & I took a broom handle & poked around in the mud for about 10 minutes until we found 4 boots. Inside their house, I could hear his wife hosing Yishai down in the shower (sounding very much like Wendy: "What were you doing? What were you thinking?" etc.). I just looked at Yishai's father and said, "
They [i.e. our wives] wouldn't understand about little boys & the mud. It's a male thing." Yishai's father replued, "Absolutely."
Hi Child Of The King, welcome!
dsdumpling posted:
That is profound. I never thought about it that way. Thank you for sharing.
This coming Saturday, we (Jews all over the world) will read Exodus 10:1-13:16. In describing the effects of the plague of darkness, Exodus 10:23 says:
"...no man saw his brother..."
Our Sages offer a metaphorical & homiletical interpretation to this phrase and say that this is the worst kind of darkness, when we do not see our brothers, our fellow men, and neither hear their cries nor see their suffering, everyone remaining wrapped up in ourselves and our own affairs, in spiritual darkness.
Previously, as Moses and Aaron were negotiating with Pharoah prior to the plague of locusts, Pharoah asks who would go to serve God. When Moses replies that everybody will go (animals too!), Pharoah angrily dismisses them and says that only the adults (men only) may go (10:11). Pharoah pointedly refuses to let the children go to serve God (10:10). Very recently, in our times, we have seen that the anti-religion Communist goverrnments in eastern Europe, the former Soviet Union and Mongolia didn't care so much about
adults practicing their respective faiths (Judaism, Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, whatever) but were prepared to use strong repressive measures to prevent the religious instruction of
children. Like Pharoah before them, they knew that if faith in God is confined to adults only, it will, very quickly, wither and die. The key to the survival of any faith is the transmission of that faith to children who will teach it to their children who will teach it to their children, etc. The Communists, like Pharoah, understood this very well and, thus, were prepared to use terrible repression to sever this chain of tradition & prevent belief in God from being instilled in the younger generations. Like Pharoah before them, the Communists failed miserably and we see that religion is flourishing all over eastern Europe and the countries of the former USSR as people flock to the same synagogues, churches, mosques and temples that the Communists had hoped to turn into old-age homes.
Did somebody mention LotR a while back? I love Tolkien! I read The Hobbit & LotR way back when I was in college. I've seen the first two films so far & am impressed. I actually took a course on J.R.R. Tolkien & C.S. Lewis (who were good friends) back at GWU. Our professor asked us what scene in the books we would like to be present at to see & I was the only student in the class who chose the scene I did, namely when the Ents destroy Isengard. The Ents are my favorite characters & always have been.
Be well!
ssv
