Shilo, with its population of only about four thousand, almost never has a traffic jam. Yesterday morning was out of the ordinary, though. Two policemen, a border police, and a guard were doing their best to keep traffic moving at the entrance of our village, but it wasn’t flowing. Hordes of parents were converging on the school, just opposite the Shilo entrance, keen to deliver their children back to the classroom after a two-month-long vacation. Was I thankful I’d come by foot!
Even though I have no children going to school I was determined to greet my grandson as he entered first grade. He was excited and eager, dressed nicely with a white shirt and the new shoes I’d bought for him. We exchanged kisses and the ceremony began. There were several speeches and since they were geared to six and seven-year-olds they weren’t too long or boring. Then the music started and with it my tears.