She went from unable to make scrambled eggs to a Shabbat-dinner-making, Sukkah-decorating, Seder-creating, full-fledged balebusta.
Tag: "Jewish mother"
My Grandmother is a Holocaust survivor. This is her story. I am honored (and humbled) to tell it.
Taking the “just the way it is” out of religion and bringing honest-to-goodness thinking and questioning right back on in.
So does my family celebrate Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, and the December 31st version as well? You bet we do! And while we have different memories and customs for both holidays, this year we made the connection between the two days for our kids and for ourselves.
There are two things on my mind on this cozy, snowy day. The first is how much I love hot chocolate stirred with candy canes and the second is how my sweet Kayli fared through her first holiday season at a public school.
Yes, indeed you are still reading a Jewish blog, But let’s just face it people, Santa is a part of our world. He’s magical, friendly, brings presents and is absolutely everywhere during the holiday season.
It’s the start of another holiday season and my inner teacher is bursting with joy. Decorations, themes, outfits! Oh my! But at the heart of every celebration is the eternal family question, who to celebrate with?
Veteran’s Day rolled around last week and incited a variety of emotions. Was anyone else’s facebook news feed teaming with complaints about not having the day off? Hmm…For most of us, Veteran’s Day gave a moment of pause to reflect upon people whom we love, admire and respect for committing and sometimes sacrificing themselves for our country and for us.
Our life is kid-centered. We organize our day-to-day around our little ones and their activities. Zoo, Children’s Museum, Science Museum, we’re so there. BUT, I’m going to be honest with you here, we’re not necessarily as family-centered as we’d like to be. We’re not fantastic at everyday Family Time.
In our married adventures my husband Jason and I have had our ups and downs in decision making. Sometimes I give. Sometimes he gives. And let’s just face it—sometimes we test each others’ limits just to see who will blink first. One of our biggest decisions together was naming our children. Such a big deal! We wanted something beautiful, meaningful, musical and well, to be honest, easy to pronounce.
I have used many, many words to define myself 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.