Mother of 3

I get into the car, the July-August heat, simply a nightmare. I open the windows and turn on the air conditioning at full blast, telling myself silently, what a blessing that my mother can watch our baby for half an hour. (We haven't chosen a name yet).

Just before I start the car, a message comes in.

"Hey my baby, how are you? How was your day? I was thinking of you and I have a gift for you."

I call him and he says, "Hey darling, so I guess you read my message..." "Yes, of course," I say, "So what's the gift?" "Did you really think I'd tell you...?"

I could imagine his mischievous smile - he definitely knows how to get me going, I don't like surprises... "Come on, babe, tell me," "Not telling, I'll see you at home, love... bye sweetie."

I hang up, annoyed that he won't tell me. Oh well, at least he thought of me, actually sweet.

I put in the good old Sting CD. I need one small moment to myself, this CD reminds me of the time when we were still friends - what a time...

I'm driving to pick up the girls from kindergarten, and it occurs to me that I only gave birth a week ago,

and how crazy it is to be a mother of three - how do people even do it?..

I arrived at the kindergarten complex, my oldest spots me from the path and runs to me for a hug.

How much I need her hugs, it's like a crazy burst of energy that recharges me.

The kindergarten teacher tells me about her day and we both quickly leave to pick up Gefen, who until recently was our youngest and has now become the perfect middle child.

Hard to believe she's already 3.

When we enter the kindergarten, I see Gefen playing with a friend,

She looks at me, smiles, and waits for me to come and kiss her. Before I can say Jack Robinson, Talia runs to hug her younger sister.

Meanwhile, I catch up on Gefen's day and we hurry out to the car's air conditioning,

Long live the air conditioning - what would I do without it in the hot summer months. We arrived home, my sweet husband arrived and is waiting for me downstairs,

He knows how challenging it is to go up with two girls and all the bags. We take the girls out of the car, he helps me and takes all the gear. Then he gives me a simple brown bag,

I already know what's inside and start to get excited,

"How great, is this what I think it is?..." He smiles, "Patience Noam, let's go upstairs and you'll see."

When we got married, we received a pair of white KAN candlesticks.

When the girls were born, we added another KAN for each of them. When Talia, the eldest, was born, I bought a KAN in pink and white - because these colors symbolize optimism, love, and tenderness for me.

When Gefen was born, it was winter - I will never forget that winter.

The amount of rain that fell, the cold, hard to forget.

My Gefen, unlike Talia, has a quiet and introverted personality

Therefore, we chose a small KAN for her in light blue and white.

Now I was curious to see what Amit had chosen.

When I opened the package, I saw that it was a small KAN with touches of light green,

yellow, and red - colors that symbolize renewal and joy for me.

We added the new KAN to our KAN family - which is expanding just like our family.

Amit laughs and tells me, "Hmm, I wonder what the next KAN will be."

And I answer him, "Hey honey, remember I gave birth a week ago."