One of the reasons I love Chanukah so much is that every year something wonderful happens to us. This year is no exception!
We were anxiously waiting for my paperwork to be processed by the Israeli Jewish Agency that decides if I would get to make an Aliyah – a return to Israel. Especially hard were the last two weeks when we did all we could and just had to wait without being able to do anything about it. Then a a phone call on Tuesday – “Mazal Tov”, you have been approved for Aliyah! If there would be any bluebirds foolish enough to be out in this weather, I am sure that they would have started to sing.
So on Wednesday with 3 kids in tow (the other 3 still do not have corrected birth certificates yet!!!) we set off for Israeli consulate. Eli went on to the City Hall first to get the last few papers needed for passports. Since I do not move fast, we desided that it would be easier if I and the girls went directelly to the consulate.
The rain was coming down hard, the wind was so bad, that I decided not to open my umbrella. After all it was a little more than a block to the subway. By the time we made it under the roof the girls and I were drenched! Same thing after we got out of the subway, wind and rain, and more wind.
Totally exhausted I and the girls finally made it to the consulate. Only to be stopped by the security. They wanted to know if I had a weapon. What I had was a sullen teenager, a toddler, that decided that fancy marble floor was just right for throwing a tantrum and a screaming baby. I honestly told him that I had no weapon. He asked again “Not even for self-defence?” – now here is a man, who understands Mothers.
At about 11:58 we were told that unless DH would be there in 2 minutes, we will not be able to do anything. Horrors! Luckily for us (or rather miraculously), when DH came 5 minutes later they have actually turned on computers that were already shut off just to let him in! And then not only did they do the passports for the 3 kids we had with us, but also for the other 3 kids, who did not have the corrected birth certificate yet. I was so ecstatic that in the happy daze I ordered 4 dozen of doughnuts from our bakery.
Donuts – that’s what’s for dinner!