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The Aliyah Chronicles #5: My American Children in Israel

The Aliyah Chronicles #5: My American Children in Israel

Moving to Israel has been a great lesson in parenting.


An ode to my children who are rushed off to school six mornings a week.

Who sit all day listening to a teacher and fellow students speak Hebrew without understanding a word. Who come home with a smile on their faces.

An ode to my children who don't have to smile, but could complain instead that they're lonely, that no one understands them. That school is a waste of time.

An ode to the children who make Aliyah, who struggle, and persevere.

I tell my six-year-old son to sit next to the other schoolboys at the bus stop while he waits for the bus. That he shouldn't separate himself from them by standing off to the side or turning his back. But every morning he gets out of the car, crosses the street to the bus stop, looking at the ground and sits separate from the Israeli boys. He kicks the dirt, looks at the sun and watches me drive away.

I don't want to leave him. I want to sit with him and talk to him and tell all the boys at the bus stop, "Hey -- you've got to get to know this kid. He's so bright and creative, and lots of fun to be with! He's sensitive and thoughtful. He would be a great friend to have." But they don't speak English, and my Hebrew is poor at best. Instead, I drive the car slowly away, peering into the rear view window to see if he follows my advice.

I can't blame him for not being assertive at the bus stop. I'm afraid to call Israeli mothers on the phone to arrange play dates for my kids. What if they don't understand me? What if they don't want their child playing with an American?

Two little girls from my daughter's class come by to play with her. They run around the house in a wild and disordered way. They don't speak English and my daughter doesn't speak Hebrew. They communicate by pushing each other, throwing toys around, and chasing each other in and out of the house. My daughter becomes silly and screams out bathroom words. And then the two girls leave without explanation, and we are left to clean up the mess.

My daughter looks at me distraught, "Mommy, why didn't they want to play anything?'

Despite these difficult moments, they still climb into the car after school bubbling with energy, pulling colorful projects out of their knapsacks. Over lunch I'm careful to include my own challenges so they don't feel alienated (like how I didn't understand the discussion in Ulpan about washing machines and dryers and sat frustrated for close to an hour). They laugh at my trials and question me, "Does your teacher really only speak Hebrew like ours?

My daughter revels in the moment at pick-up where all the five-year-old girls run to the fence, screaming out, "Bye-bye, Avigyle!" waving, laughing and chasing the car as far as the fence would allow them. She is the only new immigrant in the group, and this makes her unique and interesting in their eyes. Knowing that she's unique and special is perhaps the primary factor enabling her to get through her day. For my son, it is the same. He is the "American." His principal and teachers are careful to say he's a "Yeled tov (A good boy)", to say to him, "Mah shlomcha? (How are you?)" and to smile at him. He reports every positive interaction to me, glowing because he's special.

To the Israeli children and school administration -- we are grateful that you take a moment to show a child you care.

But I don't mean to idealize my children.

Of course, they report negative moments too: I sat by myself at recess. I don't understand what the teacher is saying so don't ask me any questions about this week's parsha. I have no one to play with after school. I don't want to go to school today.

The more we give to our children, the better they can face the challenges of their world.

And that's when I have to ignore the tiny voice in my head saying, Don't bribe them with lollies, don't coddle them, just give them a push, they'll figure it out. Let them struggle a bit. Instead, I've learned that an ice cream cone with sprinkles in the middle of the week, an art project with Mommy, more trips to the park (even though Mommy is so tired she can barely manage the walk out the door), more learning and play time with Abba, and pizza two times a week can make all the difference in the world.

All this extra effort compensating for our children's lack of a comfortable social and academic life has truly paid off. My son can kick the dirt at the bus stop alone for ten minutes without feeling lonely because he knows he's really not alone in the world. And my daughter will invite her "wild" Israeli friends to play with her again because she understands that they do want to play with her, the same way her Mommy and Abba do, they just don't know how to communicate with her.

Moving to Israel has been a great lesson in parenting. The more we give to our children, the better they can face the challenges of their world.

All this giving is not easy. And frankly, I'm wiped out.

But at least a few times a week, (before I've lost my patience, raised my voice or done some other parenting faux pas), my daughter has looked at me with a sweet smile on her face, asking, "Why are you such a good mommy?"

I don't recall ever hearing that question in America.

There is a sense in the family that "we're all in this together." And perhaps, in witnessing our children slowly acclimate to their new life, we are inspired to work harder to adapt and to accept the changes in our own lives.

Ode to my children for giving us parents the opportunity to grow and to be better.

November 8, 2008

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Visitor Comments: 20

(19) Jason Goldstein, October 1, 2015 10:33 AM

Not the story for a lot of kids.

My kids, and I have met other parents and kids like this, have been in Israel over a year and have not learned any Hebrew, or just a tiny bit. They still sit in school staring at a teacher speaking a foreign language and being told they should know it by now.

My first grader and kinder garden age kid get no help since ulpan (which isn't even that much) doesn't start until second grade.

My kids are miserable and have been destroyed by making aliyah. Please Please Please if you have kids do not come here they will hate you. My kids have no one but themselves and fight constantly. It doesn't matter were you go, we were in Beer Sheva surrounded by Israelies they learn nothing. Move to Beit Shemesh lots of Americans but not in there school (took seven meetings to get them signed up which is normal in Israel education is beyond horrible here). Still know nothing.

They curse and scream a lot and we ruined their lives. I hate that we came here because of what we did to them.

It took over a year to get help for my autistic kid.

You have to fight constantly Israelis are wonderful unless you need something then they are evil. The schools tell you they have no room, or you should have signed up in January (before we knew we were going to live in Beit Shemesh).

If you can't afford tuition in the States or the Jewish Schools stink then send them to public school and give a good Jewish Home. If we go back that is what we will do. Of course you better have money to go back (or survive here don't believe the people who say you can take your kids places without a car we don't have one and can't go anywhere).

I know if we go back I have failed such a huge test by G-D that there is no forgiveness for me, but my kids lives are hell here.

(18) Ronan, December 23, 2009 10:52 PM

No need to worry

At that age children learn language so fast that I have no doubt that in way less than a year, they will be translating for their mother.

Jason Goldstein, October 1, 2015 10:48 AM

not true

Been here over a year didn't happen for my kids. Doesn't happen for a lot of other to.

(17) Andrea, January 5, 2009 5:41 PM

we are proud

Tara Dad and I ars so proud of you both. You have undertaken a huge responsibility, and are doing it so well. It was amazing to see how the children are adjusting to thier new surroundings, and we atribute that to you and Heath.Always know how proud of you we are. mom

(16) Eli, December 28, 2008 4:56 PM

Don't read anything negative as others?

I read this to be an affirmation of a families decision to make Aliyah. Nothing negative but informative. Learning a new culture and new language can be intimidating for anyone! Good luck and thank you for sharing! I wish you and your family the best and am certian you will be fine! Aron, maybe you should read the article again. Elijah

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