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This time of year, I often find myself answering questions about the â€śDecember Dilemma.â€ť As an intermarried-child-of-intermarriage, people want to know how I handle this tricky season, when Christmas and Hanukkah compete for our attention, and pine trees threaten to darken our doors. After all, Iâ€™ve been experiencing this for two generations myself. Havenâ€™t I learned something in all that time?
I do have an answer, actually, but itâ€™s a radical notionâ€”that in fact, thereâ€™s no such thing as the December Dilemma. Or rather, that this is a problem weâ€™ve created for ourselves, out of anxiety and insecurity.
If this is the case, the obvious solution to our problem is to release that anxiety and turn our attention to enjoying our own distinct holiday, to making Hanukkah a resonant, meaningful season. Just as we do with Passover or Sukkot. When we arenâ€™t measuring ourselves against jingle bells and candy canes.
But how do we do that?
For years I tried to make Hanukkah appealing to my kids. Since they often spend Christmas with their Catholic grandparents, and receive copious gifts as a result, my instinct was to try to match that particular kind of childhood joy. I didnâ€™t concoct a Jewish Santa, but I did spend money. I bought and wrapped loads of presents, filled bowls with gelt and dreidels. I bought twinkly lights shaped like stars of David. I wanted Hanukkah to outshine Christmas in my childrenâ€™s memories.
You know what? It didnâ€™t work. Not because the presents werenâ€™t appreciated, but because thatâ€™s not the point of Hanukkah. That store-bought abundance* didnâ€™t feel organic or authentic to anyone. Eight days is a long time to slog through that brassy sort of cheer, and also, only Santa is Santa. Pale comparisons are just that. No menorah will dim the presence of a tree in the corner, or the inundation our kids feel from the outside worldâ€”the endcap displays at Target, the aisles of red and green candy at the grocery store. Every year we all feel a little let down by Hanukkah. Donâ€™t we?
So last year, I asked myself a questionâ€”why does this holiday matter? I asked myself what there was to love about Hanukkah. If it isnâ€™t a runner-up week of gifts and gelt, whatâ€™s the actual point? I tried to remember what had mattered to me about Hanukkah, as a kid. What were my best Hanukkah memories?
When I did, I found that every single one was a memory of the dinner table or the kitchen. Of my dad grating his knuckles year after year, making latkes. Of my sisters and brothers teasing each other when we unwrapped boring gifts like dried fruit or clothes. Of the smoke alarm going off. Of drinking wine and idly spinning dreidels on a crumb-covered tablecloth, as we caught up with each otherâ€™s college-age lives.
You see, the beauty of Hanukkah is thisâ€”if we actually celebrate it, it affords us eight consecutive nights to slow down and focus on the little things, the personal, the mundane. Hanukkah forces us to look into each otherâ€™s eyes every night for a week, and connect. To wait until the candles have burned down to wash the dishes or check email.
This is a miracle, honestly, in todayâ€™s world. What other holiday accomplishes that sort of slowdown? Thereâ€™s no pressure to perform Hanukkah. Thereâ€™s no long synagogue service or requirement that you take time off school or work.Â You donâ€™t have to dress up or make a fancy meal. You only have to spend an hour every night loving your family and friends fully. Being aware of them.
So last year, we did something radical at our house. We opted out of the December Dilemma. We didnâ€™t spend money. We didnâ€™t throw a party. We didnâ€™t travel. We didnâ€™t compete with Christmas at all, and the result was mindblowing. It was actually a little bit painful to register the shock in my kidsâ€™ faces when neither my husband nor I hurried away from dinner to make a phone call or wrap up a little work.
We skipped cub scouts and book club that week. We didnâ€™t go the gym. If homework hadnâ€™t been done by dinner, it wasnâ€™t going to get done. For eight nights, we prioritized only each other, and it was moving to see how deeply that resonated with my kidsâ€”to see that they totally got it. We played dumb board games and ate popcorn. One night we watched a movie together, and I know it sounds cheesy, but I canâ€™t remember a calmer, happier week in our household. The kids have been talking about it ever since. They canâ€™t wait for this year.
Hereâ€™s the thingâ€”you can only lose a battle you choose to fight. Christmas wonâ€™t stop being Christmas, whether you have a tree or not. Christmas wonâ€™t stop being an abundant overblown season of candy wrapped in tinsel. If the way we measure joy is in candy, Christmas wins every time.
But thatâ€™s only one kind of currency, and if we measure joy in calm pleasure, in togetherness, in slowness, in conversation and low-stress fun, Hanukkah resonates differently. It matters. It becomes real.
Think about lightâ€”there are fireworks in the world, and then there are fireplaces. Both are illuminating. But they meet different needs. If you measure the cheery glow of a fireplace against the bombastic blaze of fireworks, youâ€™ll be disappointed. But if you stare deep into the hearth, accept it on its own terms, and warm your hands, you canâ€™t help but see its distinct beauty. You canâ€™t help but recognize how much you need it.
*the author would like to recognize that plenty of Christians struggle with this issue too, and that for many people, Â the real spirit of Christmas has nothing to do with the Â â€śholiday shopping season.â€ťÂ
â€śHold on sweetheart, mama needs to send an email.â€ť
â€śOne minute baby, I really need to type something!â€ť
Thankfully my boss understands when my emails have random letters and characters written in them since he also has a young child. Being a working mom is hard, but itâ€™s also incredibly fulfilling. Being able to work from home is hard, but itâ€™s also amazing. As I write this I hear my toddlers giggling with the nanny through the baby monitor. I know that I have an hour to work until the nanny leaves and hopefully they will be sleeping so I can squeeze some more work in today. Otherwise, Iâ€™ll send emails and schedule meetings after they go to sleep, over a glass of wine and perhaps while watching Project Runway.
Some days it feels like Iâ€™m never getting anything done and some days it feels like Iâ€™m always working. Some days I feel like Iâ€™m giving my kids everything and some days it feels like I am ignoring them. Some days it feels like Iâ€™m doing amazing things for the interfaith families and couples in LA. Some days it feels like the work I do will never be enough.
Some days my husband I are on the same page with our calendars, our child rearing techniques and our relationship. Some days we barely see each other and only have time to sing with the kids as we are putting them to bed right before we both fall asleep after an exhausting day of work. We treasure our Saturdays as the only day all four of us can do something as a family all day, but we also want to watch our Oregon Ducks play football.
During the fall months, we find ourselves asking: Do we go to kidâ€™s services or the pumpkin patch with the one day my husband and I have off at the same time? Which is more important to imprinting my childrenâ€™s identity? Tot Shabbat. They wonâ€™t remember either, but by taking them to synagogue and to celebrate Shabbat weâ€™re teaching them the values that a pumpkin patch never could.
Having balance in the family doesnâ€™t mean everything is equal all the time. It means that sometimes the balance shifts heavy toward work, and sometimes it shifts heavy toward kids and every now and then it falls somewhere in the middle. I have learned that the most important yet most difficult part of the work/family balance is accepting the fact that it will need to be flexible.
â€śMama! Mama! Clap!â€ť
â€śOK darling, letâ€™s sing a song and clap together.â€ť