This year, I took advantage of watching the baby show and residents dancing to the sounds of Shavuot hits. • And why did I drop the burden of Maccabi Haifa on the girl? • Father's voice

• Illustration: Ze'ev Engelmayer

1 I looked at the total chaos that raged through the streets of the US big cities this week, and it reminded me a little of what went on in our seat for weeks. And third, expecting me to entertain them, there's really nothing to compare.

The traditional weeklong celebration of the session was a little different this time, for obvious reasons, but makes the impression that it was still an attraction for our urban relatives. Or they were just looking for an excuse to run away from home, it's hard to tell.

Anyway, in recent years, Pentecost has been hotter than August's hottest days, probably a kind of divine test in the spirit of biblical times, but this time we had a relatively comfortable holiday. So instead of brewing on the lawn by the pool at the annual harvest celebration, this time I stood relatively comfortably on the edge of the road next to my house, watching an endless caravan of tractors, rescue vehicles and just kids' buses trying to wet my clothes.

The tractor parade has been in our seat for more than 70 years, and despite the changes imposed on it by the Corona, it still managed to maintain a very realistic aroma. That is, except for the fact that I haven't even seen one Thai on the tractors. There is something touching about the seat's attempt to preserve the holiday tradition at all costs, and I, too, who are celebrating in principle and especially those who glorify religion, the state and the seat on one card, I could somewhat appreciate the loyalty to the principle.

After our clothes absorbed a few gallons of water and ate about the same amount of cheesecakes as we did, we sat down with those in the yard for a last coffee. They were very excited about the spaces we had near the house, the quiet, the grass, the sun. To me personally is more comfortable in an urban setting, and the word "sun" sounds mostly like a nightmare, but through their eyes I could still see some of the magic. Suddenly, I was reminded that thanks to the situation, I did not watch the baby show ceremony this year, nor did all age groups in the seat dance one by one to the well-known hits of weeks. In my life my life could have been much worse.

2 Last Saturday, I had one of those rare moments in which the depth of recognition that your fatherhood would have implications for your children's lives for decades, and probably their children's lives.

When I was about 6 years old, my cousin Shmulik (once a segment in Eastern families, giving all the children the same name) took me to a game of Maccabi Haifa in Kiryat Eliezer, told me "we are the greens" and sent me to 40 years of never-ending emotional shaking. Naama started to get into things just shortly before Corona started, and in the few weeks to her sympathy she saw the team return from a dramatic victory of the final seconds three times in a row, so it seemed that just like her favorite series, the good football always wins in the end.

Last Saturday, after weeks of building expectations in which she watched some heroic abstracts and learned all the encouragement songs from the YouTube community, she sat down to watch with me the first game of Maccabi Haifa after returning home. We hosted Hapoel Tel Aviv. There was no crowd and the game itself was pretty boring, but Naama survived all 90 minutes, except for a few short breaks that took here and there. Okay, surviving 90 minutes of Israeli football is not easy for a mature and experienced person either.

Anyway, the worker went up pretty quickly to 1: 0, and in the second half they put the other one on, too. As far as Naama was concerned, all this was nothing more than preparation for the big upheaval, which is expected in the final scene. For a moment, as we somehow scored a shrinking gate, I too began to believe in this cruel end. But in the end, as is usually the case in real life, there was no Hollywood ending, just a slow, painful landing to the ground of reality. Something you probably never really get used to.

I looked at her, stunned as it might just be for the first time, dressed in the green-and-white striped suit I bought from the club shop (number 10, in recognition of the slightly forgotten past legends), looking at me with a look for comfort and asking: "Dad, they were wrong and this is not the end the true?"

Of course I played the game and calmed it down with all the known methods, but it seems that the girl, just a moment before the age of 6, is not yet fully ripe for conversion truth. True, I can teach her good lessons through these losses, but she'll have plenty of time to catch on later in life.

I can also wait for us to have a winning team, but as things look right now, it may be that until that happens, it will no longer be in my lawful possession. It seems to me that it would be best to just drop her at this moment of all football and bring her back to her Disney Junior programs. There they are almost never mistaken for finals.

3 This week I went to get Oded out of the garden. I rang the bell and stayed outside the gate, just as they had asked for directions, when another child came out of the kindergarten toward me.

"You're Oded's father, aren't you?"

"Yes".

"Right you broke the corona?"

"what?"

"You broke the corona, Oded told us."

"Oh yes".

A few seconds later Oded came out. On the way to the car I asked him why he told the kindergarteners that I had broken the corona. "But you really broke it," he said. "I saw".

pleasure. My child sees me as a superhero, I thought, and my associations immediately wandered into the difficult closure period, how I managed to function at home and at work (from home) despite the boiling pressure pot, how I made sure everyone felt everything was fine even when I felt I was going to explode from the inside.

Encourage me to wake me up. "Dad, you broke the corona because you went outside without a mask. That's what Mom said."

"Oh yeah. And did you tell that to the kids?"

"Yes, and to the kindergarten teacher. And she said it was not allowed to grow up."

"Come on, what else? You'll find out soon, too, that I send you to the garden without checking the heat for you. Make up, I mean." Find out "say when you mean something right," Find out "say when you mean something wrong."

"Dad, did you ever break the corona?"

shishabat@israelhayom.co.il