Last night, I drove my 9 year-old son to the airport.
The truth is, we don’t do that much driving outside the Jezreel Valley municipality on a regular basis.
So, I wasn’t surprised that my son was being attentive, looking out the window, commenting on things that he’s never seen before.
Yet, I was surprised with his persistent questions regarding the current war.
“Ema, where’s the airport located?”
“Near Tel Aviv.”
“Wait a minute. Aren’t rockets being shot at Tel Aviv these days.”
“Well, are we going to be in rocket range?”
“I don’t know.”
“Can we go another way? Like… can we avoid the rockets?”
“No. There is no other way.”
“Ema… did you see that billboard? It showed what to do if you hear a siren.”
“No, I missed it, what did it say?”
“It said pull your car to the side immediately. Get out. Walk far from your car. Duck and cover your (and your children’s) heads. Then, listen for further instructions.”
“What? You didn’t know that? You don’t know what to do in case of an emergency like that?”
“No. I mean, yes. I know. I’m just surprised you saw a billboard like that.”
“Ema, did you know that the fragments from the rockets and Iron Dome that fall from the sky are said to be more dangerous than the rockets themselves?”
“Really? Wait a minute. How do you know that?”
“I heard it from my friends.”
“Really? You talked about that with your friends?”
“Yeah… of course.”
1 hour later at the airport.
“Ema… see that sign? It’s pointing to the security room is. But, where is it actually?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, should we ask? Just in case?”
“No, I think if a siren starts, we’ll hear instructions.”
And all I could think of was, “How is this war affecting my children?”
I never really considered how, or to what extent, this war (or any other war/operation) is affecting my children.
And all children.
On both sides.
I have to admit, I never really thought about it.
I just kind of assumed it’s not affecting them too much.
But, it’s gotta be.
On some level.
News flash: Excavator terror attack in Jerusalem – 1 pedestrian killed, 7 injured, terrorist shot dead.
Do my kids know?
What will they think?
Should I hide it from them?
On my son’s face.
Far away from rockets.
And billboards telling you what precautions to take in case a rocket is headed your way.