Minnesota Mamaleh: About A Puppy
I am so not an animal person. But that’s what you do when you’re the mom, right? Hold that leash, scoop that poop and love that (new!) dog. Oy.
Columnist Galit has used many, many words to define herself over the last three decades (dear lord, does that sound like a lot to anyone else?!). Daughter. Traveler. Mover. Home owner. Artist. Student. Teacher. Wife. Mom. Mama. Mommy. *Mommy* said in a sweet voice, a sleepy voice, a whiny voice, a yell, with an eye roll. Hmm. Galit loves being a mom and this most recent 24:7 job DEFINITELY defines her like no other has before. She is excited to dish with you every Friday about her ins and outs, days and nights, everyday and the extraordinary parts of being a Jewish mama in Minnesota. Contact Galit at galit@tcjewfolk.com.
I am so not an animal person. But that’s what you do when you’re the mom, right? Hold that leash, scoop that poop and love that (new!) dog. Oy.
We feel so Minnesotan “roughing it” cabin style. Dishwasher? No. Mosquitoes? Plenty. But shockingly, our getaway was refreshing. Some might even call it joyful.
Many of us are taking a slower approach to our children and our families. I wonder how that would translate to religion and spirituality? Fascinating, right?
There are many things that I want my kids to take at face value. But most things I want them to question and figure out all on their own. I’m quirky that way.
The singing, the play doh, the occasional tantrum. Those I can handle. But making sure that my kids end up nice, kind people? That’s really and truly…hard.
Every week I broach spirituality with my children. I might not do it just like you. But don’t freak out, just dig deep. You can do it. I have faith. In you.
What kids really want, need, crave and create memories around is simply the act of being together. Formal or casual, it all counts. And it’s all sigh-worthy.
Even I know that change is bitter but sweet, tricky but important. My kids are getting bigger, people and I’m trying to avoid the sniffles as they do.
A mensch is the best man ever. Translated to fatherhood, that’s a tall order to fill.