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It is that time of year again.Â The leaves havenâ€™t fallen off the trees.Â Â Halloween pumpkins are still un-carved.Â Thanksgiving seems like a million years away.Â But the conversation about Christmas has already started.Â Like the ornaments and holiday music in the stores, it seems that I start the conversation about December, earlier and earlier with my kidâ€™s public school teachers.
In October, our temple does a program for teachers about religious sensitivity.Â They talk about how Christmas-themed everything is sort of insensitive to kids that arenâ€™t Christian.Â That kids that arenâ€™t Christian have to suck it up every year because it is being done in a fun festive spirit.Â Â Â I send the letter out to the kidsâ€™ teachers and say, hey, if you want to go to this you not only get continuing education credits, but I will pay for it.Â (It is only $10 so it isnâ€™t like I am breaking the bank, but I want to leave no stone unturned.)
Usually, I get no response.Â This year, my letter seemed to trigger something in one of my sonâ€™s teachers.Â She emailed me and told me about a project that they do every year.Â The parents send in $5 and the kids make Christmas trees out of foam and fabric.Â I remember this from when my older son was in 4th grade.Â What they end up with is cute, BUT, you cannot imagine how irritating it is to have my money go towards something that is religiously insensitive.
I understand the Supreme Court ruling that states that Christmas Trees are secular.Â I understand that technically what they are doing isnâ€™t illegal.Â But, logically it is nonsensical to make a Jewish kid give his parents a Christmas Tree for Hanukah.Â What about the Muslim kids?Â Yes, my kids have an out, they can always give it to Grandma. Â But somewhere, deep in my heart, it bothers me.Â Why do we have to do this?Â I can think of about eleventy billion other projects that the kids could do that are cute, easy and NOT a Christmas Tree.Â Heck, I just saw a very cute snowman doorstop made out of a key shaped paver.
So, I havenâ€™t even bought Halloween candy yet, and already I am having the conversation about Christmas with my kidâ€™s teachers.Â I used to get fired up about it.Â Stand solidly on my soap box and denounce all the religion in the schools.Â But, I have gotten exactly nowhere with that.Â I guess I am tired of trying.Â Or maybe this year I am taking the chicken exit, but we are just not going to go to school for a week and I have asked all the teachers to hold off on the Christmas stuff till we skedaddle out of town.
There are many reasons why we are leaving town when we are leaving town, and the stuff at school isnâ€™t the driving force, but I would be lying to you if I didnâ€™t tell you I am relieved to not have to worry about it this year.Â (Something in my head says that those are famous last words and that Christmas is still going to rear its ugly head, but hopefully I will be on the beach by the time it happens.)
Hi, my name is Suzanne and as this is my first blog post I thought I would start out by introducing myself. I am a Conservative/Reform Jewish woman (not sure where I really fit yet as I was raised Conservative but do not keep kosher anymore or follow many other rules so maybe Iâ€™m Reform?) married to my Catholic husband, Alex. We have two daughters, Kaitlyn, almost 9 (born Christmas Eve, what better day for an interfaith family?), and Megan, who is five. We live in Staten Island, New York, where we are raising our daughters in the Jewish faith, but we also celebrate the Catholic holidays as we love and respect my husband/their father.
My older daughter is in the Bet class (second class) at our Conservative synagogue but we started out at a Reform synagogue for her with Sunday School. I didnâ€™t switch because of my personal confusion; I switched synagogues because I couldnâ€™t get my daughter to Hebrew School on Wednesdays at the Reform temple but the Conservative temple had an arrangement with our JCC for busing if you are in their after-school program. This was being practical, not spiritual. It turned out to be a good fit for my daughter as she has more girls in her class that also attend camp with her and the boys are pretty great too (as my 5 year old would attest to with her first crush on an older man, another interfaith child who is 9 like my daughter). I miss my Reform temple, not for the spiritual way it conducted itself but for the friends I had made there. I have made some great friends at my new temple but you canâ€™t help looking back, can you?
Iâ€™m hoping by blogging that I can help myself sort out what is going through my own mind spiritually. I feel very torn and confused at times and at others feel like I am in exactly the right place. I love being Jewish and sharing it with my daughters. I love that they are the ones who make sure we go to temple on Friday nights (which my sister and I never did with two Jewish parents!). I love how they identify themselves as Jewish, not half-Jewish. Iâ€™m torn at times when my girls ask questions about their dadâ€™s faith or assume that all males are Catholic and all females are Jewish since their mom is Jewish and their dad is Catholic and we have no sons to show that their brother would be Jewish too (I am not Nellie from Little House on the Prairie who chose how to raise her kids by gender).
By blogging and almost forcing myself to have a conversation in my head maybe I can sort out how to continue teaching my daughters about our faith and how to respect everyone elseâ€™s too. I look forward to hearing from other parents who have handled similar situations as well.
- 20% of all children will die before the age of five.
This is what life looks like in the Democratic Republic of Congo. DR Congo is my adopted country because that is where my adoption is supposed to happen. On an average day I know more about politics in this country than my own. But as Iâ€™ve written in the past, the program has been a disaster almost from the beginning. The government there is so broken and, quite frankly, corrupt that itâ€™s nearly impossible to accomplish what adoption requires: determining the legal status of a child, establishing a transfer of guardianship, issuing an exit visa. So I contemplate changing to another program, another agency, another country.
- A 2011 U.N. study finds that of 187 countries surveyed, DR Congo ranks 187th in conditions adequate for sustaining life. This means that it has the fewest people with access to cleaning drinking water, shelter, nutrition, education and personal security. It is by every measure the poorest country in the world.
I look at other adoption programs. I think about getting pregnant. And I donâ€™t move forward. One more month, I think. Maybe things will change. Maybe somehow someone in the government there will realize that they have a chance to change these kidsâ€™ lives. To save these kidsâ€™ lives.
- 15% of all children are orphans. Thatâ€™s about 3 million kids.
But there are tanks on the streets of Kinshasa as President Kabila tries to hang onto power. Violence and coup attempts have all but shut down the city over the last few weeks. And so we wait. And these kids wait. For things to get better. For a new start. A family. A miracle.
If you feel moved to, would you please say a prayer for these children and for all children who do not have families? As we create light in our houses this holiday season, let us hope for a better year for everyone from here to DR Congo.
Itâ€™s been a crazy few weeks since my last post where I described my 7 year oldâ€™s 10 day sickness. About a week after he finally recovered, I got the flu and a horrible cough â€“ not normal since I usually get sick once every 5 years. Then the weekend of Halloween, the Northeast, and Connecticut in particular, got hit with a crazy and very unexpected Fall snowstorm that left a foot of snow on the ground and us and most of our friends without power for 10 â€“ 12 days. School was cancelled for 7 full days â€“ not normal. The JCC, where I work, was closed for 10 days so I had no work and my 2 year old son had no day care â€“ not normal. Halloween was cancelled in our town and many others close-by due to downed trees, branches and power lines â€“ not normal. And we moved in with my in-laws for 8 days â€“ definitely not normal! Donâ€™t get me wrong – I love my in-laws – but to be in someone elseâ€™s home, with no schedule, strange sleeping arrangements and no routine was tough on all of us. Many of my friends and co-workers left town to stay with friends or relatives in other states and those who did stay or had generators had multiple families over to shower, eat hot meals, charge their phones and computers and simply warm up on a daily basis. Things that we all had planned to enjoy in these 10 days were cancelled â€“ my sonâ€™s Consecration ceremony where he and all of his first grade classmates receive their own Torahs, soccer games, family get-togethers and birthday parties. Finally when power was restored to our home, places of work and to our schools â€“ things were FINALLY back to normal. I had never wanted to go to work that badly in my entire life!
I also had a chance to reflect on the word â€śnormalâ€ť at a training I attended in Boston last week for Jewish educators who work with intermarried couples and families. The training started off with a panel of four intermarried couples who were all raising their children as Jews and had all found synagogues that they consider â€śhomeâ€ť. They seemed to all feel normal as intermarried families in these synagogues because these synagogues and clergy were warm, welcoming, caring and respectful of them as an intermarried family â€“ like any other family who is a member at that synagogue.
This got me thinking about how I feel like a perfectly normal family in my synagogue and in the Jewish community at large. Our synagogue has many intermarried families as does the JCC pre-school where my younger son attends. I get asked all the time by JCC members that I have just met â€śAre you Jewish?â€ť because of my last name â€“ MacGilpin. When my husband and I got married I knew that I wanted to take his name because I felt like one day if we had kids, I wanted us all to have the same last name. At that time, about 10 years ago, Soledad Oâ€™Brien was the news anchor on the TODAY Show and I thought, if she could have a Spanish and Irish name then I could have a Hebrew and Scottish name. Completely normal, right?
Itâ€™s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year â€“ no â€“ not Christmas and not back to school â€“ but back to Hebrew School. Remember that amazing Staples commercial from a few years back with the dad dancing through the store while tossing school supplies into the cart with the song playing in the background? Well thatâ€™s how I feel now that itâ€™s back to Hebrew School for my almost 7-year-old first grader. My family joined a wonderful Reform synagogue in our area last year, just before my son started Kindergarten. He had been at the JCC for daycare and preschool since he was 10 months old, so on a weekly and daily basis he got all of the loveliness of being at a Jewish school â€“ Shabbat, challah, Jewish holidays, songs, crafts, PJ library books, Shabbat box, etc. I also work at that JCC so we got plenty of opportunities to participate in Jewish activities. So when he wasnâ€™t going to be getting that from school we felt we needed to step up to the plate and choose a synagogue and choose to send him to Hebrew School on Sunday mornings.
I donâ€™t have particularly strong or happy feelings about my own Hebrew school days and my husband is Episcopalian so his Sunday school was completely different â€“ although probably similar in many ways â€“ holidays, bible stories, music, prayers. We both wanted our son to enjoy his time at Hebrew School but wasnâ€™t sure that was going to happen based on our own experiences. Many people I know have said, â€śWell, I went to Hebrew School, so now my son/daughter is going to go â€“ whether they like it or notâ€ť. In our case, I think the â€śliking itâ€ť factor has definitely gone beyond my son â€“ I actually like it.
I like it because he gets to spend time with other Jewish kids on a weekly basis â€“ solely for the purpose that they are all Jewish and that their families think itâ€™s important to have a Jewish education. I like it because he gets to learn more about the holidays, prayers and Hebrew than I am able teach him. I like it because it gives my husband and me another Jewish community to belong to. I like it because the families there are all Jewish, yet all different in their own way â€“ whether the parents are both Jewish, intermarried, gay, single parents or adoptive parents. I also like it because our temple invites the parents to join the service every Sunday at 11 am. I am able to see my son listening to the rabbi, going up on the bimah to lead songs and see his Jewish education in action.
The best part for me is that I really enjoy the service myself â€“ and I am not one to go to temple on a weekly basis on my own â€“ no regular temple go-er here. I love the songs and the sign language that the rabbi and cantor teach the kids. I love connecting to Judaism through music and the absolute best part is the last song of the service. It’s Tefilat Haderech by Debbie Friedman zâ€ťl and the rabbi asks everyone to â€śhold someone close to youâ€ť – and simultaneously all the kids put their arms around their friendâ€™s shoulders and join in singing. It brings me to tears â€“ almost every time – to see this and to see my son grab his friends swaying in song. It brings me back to my days at Jewish sleep away camp â€“ which hold a special place in my heart. It also brings to mind my dad, who passed away 2 years ago, and how proud he would be of me and my husband for choosing this kind of education and Jewish path for our family.
I also have to be honest and say that I also like having two hours to clean the house, go to Trader Joeâ€™s and Target, go to the gym or spend quality time with our 2-year-old son. Iâ€™m not going to lie â€“ its pretty great. But I mostly look forward to the 11:00 hour when I can be in the sanctuary and be an active participant in the Hebrew school service.