I bring him myself, leaving my newborn behind. I need to time the trip perfectly in the two-and-a-half-hour space between feeds, but I’m not going to give it up. It’s his first day — in ganon (nursery), in school, in a fully Hebrew-speaking environment. He’s my oldest, so it’s my first day, too. I can’t breathe. Other mothers come, drop off their sons, meet the morahs, leave. I come and stay, and stay, and stay. I speak to the three morahs, the principal, the preschool director.
