Insulation in a good mind: here mother and daughter 5 | Israel today

Even before 24 hours had passed since the start of the school year, and before I had finished completing three knocks on the table from the moment the kindergarten teacher proudly declared that "we are among the only kindergartens in the city that have not yet been isolated," we snatched isolation.

As an eternal optimist and entrepreneur on my own, if life closes doors, closets will open.

So I opened the secret closet, where I had hidden unopened gifts from the isolated girl's birthday, which had been celebrated recently.

There I kept ammunition for such moments of crisis.

The task of threading bead after bead in favor of creating necklaces has already closed us two days, a cohesive mother and daughter like us, with the overarching goal of spreading time around.

For the next two days, educator Daniel invested in imparting life skills to a girl in the field of time-consuming and uplifting for every woman, even if she is 5 years old - online shopping.

Still, from an early age it is important to teach the next generation to score points in Shane.

We spent the holiday meal zooming in with the winners in the family, those who survived the return to the education system and physically arrived at the holiday table.

David Eyal and my other half produced an invested magic show, when they managed to "transfer" through the screen from our house in Givatayim to the family holiday table in Tel Aviv an apple, honey, wine glasses and a LOL doll. One that has never been observed. 

The isolation on the holiday continued to pass him by on the kippak, for me, mainly because of two more days that I do not exactly remember what happened to them, because I was decayed by the side effects of the third vaccine.

This made my isolator very happy, and allowed her to watch the loop in the first girl who went into isolation - the Ice Queen, Elsa.

In order to shorten the isolation for the girl and sign the holiday according to the tradition of Israel today, we stopped at the National Lion Hill - the queue for a corona examination in Rabin Square.

We spent four hours painting the queue route in colorful street chalks, which I prepared ahead of time, being a responsible mother.

Kipak Hi!

With hundreds of other children sweating and liquefied around us, sun in our faces and a pen in our noses, I ended the ordeal (and meanwhile another day in isolation) with a deep mental connection to the other parents who resented me in line.

There is nothing more Israeli and solidifying than resentful together.

We do not have, with virtue.

Until early in the morning, I repeatedly rummaged through the HMO's website to get a result that would return the girl to kindergarten (who would be a candidate for second isolation).

When this happiness happened, and the negative result was obtained, I woke her up excited with a gentle maternal message: "Go to kindergarten!"

The girl burst into broken cries.

"Oops, Mom, not Pierre! I had fun with you, and we didn't get to play with all the presents. That isolation was really short."

danieller@israelhayom.co.il