InteGRATion into GRATeFULLness
Singing&Sounding keeps me Sound

2007_12_08

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Tomer's photo during our Chanukka celebration with Micha's family at Mazkeret Batya 2001

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2011_10_28-29

En-JOY-ing and growing with Mika and my Family following the documentation "Mika's Heaven on Earth", inserted since Song Game 2007_01_01

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On this Friday, October 28, 2011, - for which the "quantum-leap" was prophesied - this, indeed, began to happen for me in the life of my family...
Having coming from Arad with three busses, I went straight to Mika's school, as had been fixed with her mother.
On our way from school, Mika hears from a schoolmate, that today he'll go and visit in the "willow-kindergarden".
Oh, that was something that Mika had requested many times, and I agreed, that on this day we would visit there.
The sister of her friend Julie also agreed to let Julie go there, and so they hold hands and walk the short distance,
up to the kindergarden, where other guests from the school were already waiting outside the secured gate.

I'm always surprised, when I see all this hugging , not only between the children and the two women, but among each other: Mika with Lia and a young boy with an older boy. In my schooldays (1944-1957) , this would have been unthinkable. Nobody was ever hugging a teacher or another mate. Even best friends would not hug. And in my family, even my mother never hugged her children.

"Is she happy in school?" Segalit asked me. "You should ask her this yourself, In the beginning it was very hard for her, all these commitments and responsibilities, and now we are not sure." When asked, Mika said, it was "fun", but ~~~ that Nurit, the teacher of "sciences" was yelling, but some of the older guests said, that this wasn't true. Segalit understood: "She has all kinds of complaints, on which she cannot put her finger, so she projects them on this teacher."

The children who are too young to know Mika and July and the boys, ask me: "who are you?" I'm the grandma of Mika, see - there she is sitting. "The girl with the hearts on her skirt?" "Yes." The boy, fourth grade, in the second row, impressed me, first because he had eyelids as long as those of my brother, when he was 2 years old, and my sister - 5 years old - took scissors and cut them... second, because he told his school-stories so vividly, that Ginette, the assistant (actually a practical engineer, but in love with children) said to me: "He is the living Reuter Agency", Mika lifted herself on the window-sill, proud and happy, but soon was reproached: "Why don't we allow to sit there, Mika?" "Because we can fall from there", and , sure enough, another child tried the same - and fell... By that time all the children and all the guests had left, but Mika simply could not part from her old kindergarden. There was only one little girl still around, because her brother obviously had forgotten to fetch her, but Mika did everything to stay stuck like glue, till I finally had to raise my voice...

Next day, Shabbat, October 29, 2011 The last thing we did together on Saturday night, was "a co-creation of Mika and Savta", according to her proposal, and - mostly - according to her dictations, like: "I'll draw a cypress here, and you'll draw one here". She did everything to make her mother forget, that actually she should go to sleep. It was good work - and I didn't always succumb to her - but I didn't make a photo. From among the many activities at home I chose to document this one, which occurred in the late morning: While I was adding last corrections on one of the pages of my "Re-creation-in-slow-motion of Masterchef", Mika did her homework in the living-room. After a while she came and showed me, what greatly challenged her: to add as many different colors as possible to the numerous items on a page printed in black.. "What should I do with the tiny Star-of-David?"

I gave her an advice, she followed it, but we weren't satisfied, so I gave her another advice and back she went to the living-room. [by chance I came across another creation of a Star-of-David by Mika, in April 2010] Thus back and forth, until she managed to distract me from my work and attract me to immersing myself in hers. I added a challenge for her: "The colors should also be balanced, dark and light colores, for instance." We did the work together with great joy.

Shabbat, October 29, 2011 - Our last togetherness for a long, long time

It was already half an hour before sunset, when I succeeded in pulling her outside "into Nature".
This time she agreed to a wish, I had voice many times - to visit the near water-tower of Shoham.
We had not been there since April 2010,  and as I documented, then, too, she had to be "forced",
though once she arrived and moved around, she enjoyed it immensely as if it was her true home!
Perhaps she "grasps" that the place is also dedicated to fallen soldiers, from which she recoils..



This scene - with Mika leaning against an old olive-tree and the rays of the sinking sun spreading through the clouds like a fan- was much more magnificent in reality

By contrast - a moment later Mika discovers a street of ants, marching towards their home. "Let me photograph this" she says "and please remind Abba to print it out, so I can bring it to the lesson where they asked us to watch the home of ants."

We reach the ancient oil-press (Byzanthine Time)