Even though it’s officially more than a year since we made Aliyah, I just now feel as if one full cycle is complete.
My first real memory of our first real family experience here in Israel (one that didn’t involve a government agency) is of Tu B’Shevat.
A week or two after we moved into our house on Hannaton, there was a Tu B’Shevat celebration for children that included arts and craft activities, picking up litter around the grounds, and planting new flowers.I look at the few pictures my friend Shira took of my kids and realize how far they and we have come since then. How little and how American they were then. And how big and how Israeli they have become in just one year.
Evidence of this is not just in their ability to speak Hebrew almost fluently, but in their transformation into real Israeli children.
My children dance when there is rain; my children sing with joy that Tu B’shevat has arrived; and they can identify not just dried fruits, nuts, but also leaves and trees by name. (When I compare what I know about our natural habitat to what they know, I am comforted in knowing that if the economy collapses and we need to depend on our local vegetation for food, they’ll know which ones are edible and which ones are poison.)