I can’t believe that what I am about to say is true, but it is. The hardest adjustment for our family thus far has been the morning cereal and milk situation. Back in America, we were a big honey nut/ multigrain cheerios and skim milk family. Although there are cheerios in Israel, they don’t taste the same and the milk only comes in 1% and 3%. Each morning we have the same discussion about what to do for breakfast. The cereal is not bad here, but our kids are not thrilled with the choices. Right now, we have a deal that everyone eats the multigrain cheerios for one week with no complaints and we will reassess the situation then. I am hoping that by next week everyone will be used to it, and our morning routine will go back to how it used to be.
When people say children are resilient, I finally know what they mean. Our kids have gotten used to taking buses and walking everywhere. No one complains about missing the nice, convenient mini van (except for me, of course). The girls have adjusted to the new house and are finding fun places to play games and set up their toys. Our kids are starting to pick up words and phrases in Hebrew and discuss how to roll their reish’s properly. They are getting used to bringing two meals for school - one for aruchat eser and another one for the afternoon meal. They eat chicken and rice at school! Our youngest is enjoying the school food that is being provided. She likes to describe what she had for lunch by saying things like “I had chicken, some small bally things and corn.” She does not even know what she is eating, and the teachers can not tell her because they only speak Hebrew, but she is happy as a clam.
We are even getting into a lice checking routine. Each Friday and some afternoons in between, I comb out each of my three girls’ long hair in search for the dreaded Israeli lice. In America, even combing hair caused tears. It did not matter how much conditioner or detangling spray I used, my daughters have very sensitive scalps and disliked brushing their hair. I had nightmares of what combing their hair with a fine comb in search for bugs would be like. Since it is a necessary part of living in Israel, I bought the recommended lice brush and explained the situation to my girls. First, I set the rule in place that when they go to school or public places their hair needed to be in a bun or braid at all times. Then, I showed them our special comb, and sprayed the detangler like crazy. Not one tear! My girls have risen to the occasion, and sit patiently while I check their scalps. I can not believe it!
Watching my family fall into a groove with our new routines and realities is astonishing to me. I keep thanking Hashem for the amazing transition He has helped us with thus far and pray for it to continue. And I know that eventually we will all find something to eat for breakfast even if we can not have our Kellogg’s or General Mills!