Minnesota Mamaleh: Judgement, Shmudgement
I see myself as so open minded. But in reality? I only really and truly seek out others who are like me. Ouch. That hurt.
I see myself as so open minded. But in reality? I only really and truly seek out others who are like me. Ouch. That hurt.
Fall is here. All the signs say it’s true. Backpacks, zipped. Lunches, packed. And new shoes, breaking in. For once, we’re doing what all good Jews do. We’re taking it outside.
It’s easy to talk about the halo-glowing parts of being a mom. Ding! But some days just aren’t like that. It does a soul some good to share *those* days, too.
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.
I love our food-based religion. Our kitchen? Messy. Our waistlines? Ahem, challenged. But our Judaism? Strong. Because our tummys will never lead us astray.
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.