Minnesota Mamaleh: The Hardest Word
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.
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.
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.
Spirituality and religiosity exist hand in hand. Or separately. Who knew? A few Mamas, Oprah and a new acronym jump in to help muddle through it all.
The soccer games and the dirt stained capris? Those, I expected from mommy-hood. But the, ahem, unsavory language? *That* came as a surprise!
So much of parenting is based on love. And, admittedly, that’s the easy stuff. But some of it, like teaching your kids about drinking and drugs, is based on fear. And that’s the hard stuff.
Our society values oh-so-very many traits. Gentle but tough. Friendly but private. Caring but independent. Confused are you? I think our girls might be, too.
When something is over-the-top wonderful, you tell everyone all about it right? Books, movies, restaurants? Sure. But religion? For me, that just *can’t* be about “the sell.”
My kids, my house, my husband, myself. What’s that last one again? I’m grasping for balance, friends.
In honor of Mother’s Day AND May Day – a few thoughts on Kindness, and its role in *all* religions.
Blessed people. I’m talking about the word blessed. What did you think I was going to write about today?! Sheesh.
My relationship with Israel is like any other– sometimes fabulous, sometimes painful. What kind of a connection do I want to foster between Israel and my kids?
Raising my boy feels so very different than my girls. A lot of it I’m still muddling through, but the mazik-cutie-pie-trouble-maker part of him? That, I love!
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.