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Iâ€™d like to say that my family and I find our deepest spiritual connections in our synagogueâ€™s pews, but we donâ€™t. Thatâ€™s not to say we donâ€™t find any meaning and connection during traditional temple services, we do, itâ€™s just not necessarily divine.
My husband Cameron will tell you that for him this has nothing to do with the services being Jewish. He was never moved in a spiritual way during services at the Episcopal church of his childhood or during the ones he occasionally attended as a young adult living in the Czech Republic. But ask him how he feels about spending time on a lake or in the woods, and he will tell you how that is a different and special experience.
I feel much the same. Communal holiday and Shabbat services fill me with a sense of Jewish peoplehood and community, but not with the same awe, wonder and sense of a larger presence that I experience when spending time in nature.
For us, the outdoors is where we find God. We connect spiritually while sitting in a canoe on a crystal clear lake watching a bald eagle soar overhead, or gazing at the Milky Way and counting shooting stars during our summers in Maine, or on solitary kayaks, or from the summit of a mountain weâ€™ve climbed or watching the glow of a campfire.
Sammy seems to have inherited this spiritual connection to the outdoors from Cameron and me, and I suspect that being in nature and experiencing Shabbat outside at summer camp is part of what makes that experience so sacred.
Connecting spiritually at 11,000 feet in Breckenridge, CO
Nature is our pathway to connect with the divine, but itâ€™s not for others. In my extended family the â€śrightâ€ť way to find spirituality is inside the walls of a traditional religious institution. Itâ€™s OK to refer to a beautiful place as â€śGodâ€™s country,â€ť but for them God does not reside there. He, She, or It is found in a temple.
This difference makes for some very interesting conversations around our Shabbat table when my family comes to visit. Our different experiences and perspectives often lead to healthy debates about God and spirituality, which are, of course, part of finding God too. (See Genesis chapter 32 when Jacob wrestles with God.)
But while these are lively conversations, Cameron and I emphasize to Sammy that there is not one way to find spiritual connection. We want him to understand that whatever way he finds God â€“ be it on a mountaintop or in a building or while building Legosâ€“ itâ€™s the right way for him.
My family has a regular Shabbat observance. We either celebrate at home or attend our synagogueâ€™s family service and dinner. But while we religiously mark the Sabbath in Dallas, we are not very good about practicing this tradition when weâ€™re on vacation. In fact, when weâ€™re away we donâ€™t celebrate Shabbat at all.
My son Sammy keenly pointed out this fact during spring break. As we rode the chair lift to the top of a mountain in Colorado, he said, â€śMommy, its Friday.â€ť
â€śI know, one more day of skiing,â€ť I responded.
â€śNo, itâ€™s Friday,â€ť he said. â€śItâ€™s Shabbat!â€ť
â€śOh yeah,â€ť I said a little embarrassed that I had forgotten the significance of the day.
â€śHow are we going to celebrate?â€ť Sammy asked.
â€śWell, we donâ€™t have candles or matches and even if we did, I donâ€™t think itâ€™s safe to leave them burning in the hotel room while weâ€™re out or asleep,â€ť I answered. â€śWeâ€™ll celebrate next week when weâ€™re at home.â€ť
â€śWe can still say Shabbat Shalom,â€ť Sammy replied.
â€śYouâ€™re right, we can do that,â€ť I said.
â€śShabbat Shalom,â€ť we said together and gave each other a kiss.
It wasnâ€™t the most meaningful observance, but at least it was something.
After we got home and back into our regular Friday night routine I began to think about how we might maintain our ritual on vacation. I was motivated to find a way to do this before the start of our summer travels.
I knew packing candles and matches was out of the question since we would be flying, and buying Shabbat supplies at our destination would require too much effort. I wanted an easy and convenient solution. I wanted an app.
Now, I recognize that a Shabbat app is veryâ€¦un-Shabbat. Itâ€™s not exactly kosher to use an electronic device to mark a holiday on which you are meant to disconnect, but I decided to check my phoneâ€™s app store anyway. To my surprise, I found several options including iShabbat.
Our second vacation Shabbat was observed at Butchart Gardens on Vancouver Island
I chose iShabbat because it was simple. It allowed me to â€ślightâ€ť the candles by dragging a â€śflameâ€ť to the wicks and provided the words for the blessing in Hebrew, English and transliteration. A selection of traditional melodies such as Adon Olom and Sholom Aleichem could be played in the background while the candles â€śburnedâ€ť over a two-hour period.
With app in hand we embarked on the first leg of our month-long vacation in mid-July. On a Friday night in Seattle we test-drove iShabbat in a park near Pike Place Market as we watched the sun set over Elliott Bay.
We opened the app, and Sammy lit the candles as we recited the blessing together. Then we played Sholom Aleichem and wished each other Shabbat Shalom as we took in the beautiful view. It was a meaningful way to mark our family tradition and ensure that we carry Shabbat with us on vacation.
Shabbat at camp is "cool" and adds a sense of sacredness to the camp experience.
My son just returned from his second summer spent at the Union for Reform Judaismâ€™s (URJ) Greene Family Camp. While Sammy is glad to be reunited with his puppy, he misses his other home.
I know how Sammy feels. I was a diehard camper too and Iâ€™m so happy that he thinks camp is as magical as I did many years ago. But having a deep attachment to camp is not unique to campers attending Jewish institutions.
I spent my summers at a YMCA camp, and as I watch the videos for religious and secular institutions alike I consistently hear children describe what makes their camp stand out with the same words I used almost 30 years ago – lasting friendships, great activities and a place to forget your worries. All of these endorsements are of course tied to images of beautiful settings and examples of camp spirit.
But even though there are universal aspects to camp, I always suspected that there was something special about Jewish camp.
As a teen, I envied my fellow youth groupers who spent their summers at the URJâ€™s Camp Harlem not only because I longed for a Jewish camp experience, but also because their camp connection seemed richer in way that I could not explain.
Now that Iâ€™m seeing Jewish camp through adult eyes, I feel that there is truth to my teenage suspicions – there is something special, something different about Jewish camp. Call it an X factor, an indefinable quality that we recognize when we see or experience it, but canâ€™t easily describe.
My husband thinks what makes Jewish camp different is personality and soul. He sees the experience that Sammy is having as one imbued with life and character beyond the rah-rah kind of spirit depicted in shots of color war competitions and heard in the lyrics of official camp anthems.
An acquaintance of mine thinks the uniqueness comes from the experience of being with all Jewish kids, regardless of whether or not their parents are both Jewish, and engaging with Judaism in a way that makes being Jewish cool.
I think the specialness comes from the incredible sense of community that is embodied in the phrase â€śWelcome to campâ€ť that greets you as your car enters the gates and is repeated continuously by staff and campers alike. Immediately you know that you are part of the larger camp family. You belong.
Curious to get a camperâ€™s perspective, I asked Sammy what he thinks makes camp special. He replied, â€śIt just is. Itâ€™s sacred ground.â€ť
Maybe thatâ€™s the best description of all. What do you think?
My name is Jessie and I am very excited to have my very own blog on InterfaithFamily. My bio will tell you some of the following: I live in Boston with my charming husband and my two (fascinating, and almost always charming) daughters. I was raised in a Reform Jewish home, and my husband was raised Protestant. We are raising our children Jewish.
I look forward to sharing some thoughts about our life as a family for two reasons. One is because we are always retooling, reassessing and renewing our path, and I hope to explore that with others who might be doing the same. Second, I think that the fact that we were raised in two faiths has strengthened our relationship and spirituality, and is generally a plus â€“ an often-unsung bonus of being â€śinterfaithâ€ť (more on that in future posts, which I hope will be helpful to you).
Today, though, I wanted to start out by reflecting on this concept of being an interfaith family, something that I have been pondering for a few years now. Because of the two reasons I just described, I love the idea of blogging here. But I almost didnâ€™t answer IFFâ€™s call for bloggers, because after 8 years of marriage, interfaith doesnâ€™t fit right for me.
In common definition, I guess â€śinterfaithâ€ť is a category we inhabit, but it doesnâ€™t feel like it tells our story. Eric and I agreed early on that as parents that it was our responsibility to choose one religion, and to partner in weaving that tradition into our family life (something I also hope to talk about with you). So we are Jewish, but of course nothing is straightforward.
I think the best explanation of my family is that we are a Jewish home in a loving multi-faith family. I am lucky that my husband and I have come from two great families with strong values and dedication to being families, and maintaining those connections has always been at the forefront of our decision-making. Our extended family includes a multitude of spiritual practices, both within Judaism (Reform, Conservative, Orthodox), and Christianity (Episcopal, Presbyterian, Catholic, Methodist, Lutheran, Christian). We have family members who donâ€™t practice any religion. And we have some family members who practice more than one faith in their home. So the bottom line is that we deal with lots of questionsÂ that are often categorized as “interfaith,” but I don’t use that term for my nuclear family.
Because our story is multi-layered (whose isnâ€™t?), so is my goal for my children. I hope that they will grow up as Jews with a deep respect and curiosity about the faiths of our family members, an ability to help grandparents and cousins and friends celebrate religious holidays with joy, and an understanding that all people of faith are struggling with the same questions â€“ what it means to be a good person, how to find purpose in life, and how to connect with others.Â Iâ€™m looking forward to reflecting on that with you.
Whenever we meet someone new, I always worry about the reaction they will have when I tell them that my husband isn’t Jewish. Â I keep having images of Tevye in Fiddler on the Roof ripping his clothes in mourning when he found out his daughter married a non Jew. While that hasn’t happened, I have found that some people can be pretty opinionated on the issue of intermarriage.
I think we have found a fairly open community, open in that people are accepting of us, but in some cases it is very much a “don’t talk/don’t tell” kind of relationship.
So here goes, my top five things people assume when your partner isn’t Jewish:
1) You don’t care about Jewish spirituality. Â I admit, when we got married, I didn’t care that much about Jewish spirituality, but I cared enough that I wanted certain elements in our ceremony (breaking the glass, mentioning G-d…). Â We have grown and have learned there is a lot to Jewish spirituality, a lot of amazing things!
2) You probably belong to a Reform synagogue. Â I actually go to a Modern Orthodox synagogue. Â I don’t feel that the Reform path is for me. Â And that’s ok.
3) You probably don’t keep Kosher or Shabbat. Â Yes, we are kosher in this household. Â We don’t have separate dishes yet, but it is on the radar. Â My son and I keep Shabbat, no driving, using the phone, etc., etc. Â We have a beautiful Shabbat dinner and lunch. Â That being said, I do give my husband a “pass” every now and again, because I know he needs that space.
4) You celebrate non Jewish holidays. Â Every family is different. Â We are a full time Jewish household. Â Other families do some of the non Jewish holidays and some do everything.
5) You are the reason that Jewish continuity is threatened. Â Oy. Â Yes I know. Â It says in the Torah. Â When the time comes (after 120 years), I will have that discussion with G-d. Â I know plenty of Jewish people who are Jewishly married who don’t really care about Jewish spirituality. Â Yes, genetically they are Jewish and their kids are Jewish. Â From what I’m seeing it is getting harder and harder to guilt these types of families into marrying Jewish.
Ahad Ha’am has said,Â ”More than Jews have kept Shabbat, Shabbat has kept the Jews.” What does this mean? Â It means that Jewish continuity occurs in the families that have shown some interest in Jewish mitzvot, ritual, and spirituality. Â I read a statistic that about 30-40% of intermarried families are raising their children with Jewish spirituality. Â (Not too bad!)
Is a kid in an intermarried family, raised with Jewish values, more likely to “stay Jewish” (for lack of a better term) than a kid in a fully Jewish family raised with no Jewish values?
A family member of my husbandâ€™s, whom Iâ€™ll call Devorah, recently told me that although I may have converted,Â ”you will never think like a Jew.” At the time I didnâ€™t say anything. This woman is an elder and I respect her opinion. But later I kept running that sentence through my head, and I realized it struck a nerve. Is she right? As an adult convert, will I never â€śthinkâ€ť like a Jew? And by extension, will my children never think like Jews, either?
After ruminating for days, I decided to ask my husband about Devorah’s comment.Â He explained that Devorah believed that I converted out of a sense of duty to him, rather than on my own terms. I thought back to my conversion process and it struck me: I had kept the process intensely private, and I sat before the beit din (rabbinic court) and had my mikveh (ritual bath) only one week before my son was born. In Devorahâ€™s mind, I was Jewish for the sake of my children.
Rather than being upset with an elderly relative with whom I had never explained my conversion process, I realized that I needed to work on becoming comfortable discussing my beliefs and my very real reasons for converting. And I needed to be discussing it with both my non-Jewish relatives and my husbandâ€™s Jewish ones. This will be difficult for me. I came from a family where we didnâ€™t discuss faith or religion, and we certainly didnâ€™t discuss individual belief in the context of religious doctrine. My discomfort with discussing faith is rooted in not having any prior experience talking about it, and I have to explore how to do that. Additionally, I need to learn to share my beliefs with my children and teach them to verbalize what they believe. Not because I want them to fit into any particular doctrine, but because I never want a comment like â€śyou donâ€™t think like a Jewâ€ť to silence them.
My first exposure to Purim came when my husband and I brought our then two year old daughter to the synagogue he attended through his childhood. Â I had her dressed as a fairy, and she was so stinking cute, waving her little wand and clutching her tiara. Â The rabbi jumped out from behind something and roared at her – he was dressed in a giant gorilla costume. Â He was delighted and happy, everyone laughed. Â My toddler was distinctly not amused, she was terrified. Â I was even less amused – I was just furious.
Fast forward a few years, and Purim didn’t really get any better. Â When my second child was born, Purim was a disaster. Â He wasn’t a fan of crowds anyway, and taking him to the Megillah reading, with all the noisemakers – he screamed louder than any of them. Â I’d pull him out of the service, but we could still hear the loud noisemakers and every time Haman’s name was read, not only would his name be drowned out, the noise of the noisemakers was drowned out as well, by the hysterical sobbing of a terrified boy.
The more I read about the Purim story, the less impressed I was. Â Queen Esther seems to be held up as a pinnacle of bravery. Â But she really didn’t do much more than be pretty and do as she was told. Â On the upside, discussion of it did inspire a lot of conversation around here about the role of women and generations of learned Torah scholars interpreting the story to highlight the qualities that were most conducive to keeping women in a submissive position in society. Â Esther was the king’s wife, not because she was smart or brave, but because she was beautiful. Â And she saved the Jewish people not because she knew it had to be done, not because she independently made the decision to risk her own safety by appearing before the king without being summoned, but because she listened to the male head of her family and did as she was told.
And I don’t like hamentaschen. Â Prune filled cookies are confusing to me, I’d much rather a nice chocolate chip cookie
When our second child, a boy, was born, my (Jewish) husband was adamant that he beÂ circumcised. Everyone has their own baggage, and I’m far from exempt from that. Â I grew up without a dad; I was dead certain that I wanted my children to have an active, involved and dedicated father. Â I didn’t want them to have just one parent, so it was vital to me to respect him as a parent. Â This was his son as much as he was mine, and it was that absolute for him. Â He would be circumcised.
It’s one thing to blithely agree to something and then realize how incredibly hard it’s going to be. Â Like daycare – of course, my kids would go to daycare and I’d work full time, right up until I actually HAD a child and the thought of leaving them for eight to nine hours a day was devastating. Â It was the same situation with the circumcision. Â Yeah, sure, we can do that, right up until I’ve got this tiny little boy – AND YOU WANT TO CUT OFF HIS LITTLE PENIS?!?! Â And if I was struggling with the concept, explaining it to my non-Jewish family was even harder. Â The whole idea of having a party where we’d cut off the tip of his penis and then have bagels was beyond their comprehension.
But cut it off we did. Â I reminded myself over and over again that this was my husband’s child as much as mine. Â That I had to respect Marc’s traditions and his right to make decisions for our child if I truly wanted him to be an equal parent with me.
First let me back up. Â My son was a challenging baby. Â To this day, six years later, I know of no other child who was as miserable as my little baby was for the first several months. Â Colic and reflux were a part of it, but part of it was just who he was, he doesn’t like change – and the whole concept of starting his life here just made him furious. Â He cried all the livelong day, unless he was nursing.Â Or in the swing – he loved his swing. Â But mostly he cried and nursed. He only slept when I held him, and only stopped crying when he nursed. Â He was horrified if anyone other than me tried to hold him, screamed unmercifully if people looked at him for too long, and being the center of attention made him nuts.
So I was a wreck on the day he was going to be circumcised. Â To put it mildly. Â I was an experienced mom, he was my second baby, and I’d had literally decades of childcare behind me – but I was worn out, sleep deprived, and out of mind with confusion and frustration and this overwhelming love for this boy child. Â Voluntarily hurting him (and that’s the only way I could see this) was so hard. Â So incredibly hard. My mother, sister, stepfather and cousin had all come early to our house. Â We lived in a second floor apartment, and it was literally the hottest day of the summer so far that year. Â We had no air conditioner, and the apartment was wall to wall people. Â I couldn’t stop crying. Â The baby couldn’t stop crying (because the mohel didn’t want me to nurse for the two hours before the ceremony, and he was furious at the thought of a pacifier).
All of my husband’s female relatives assured me that I shouldn’t be there, the mothers never watch. Â But I couldn’t NOT be there. Â This was my child. Â This was my baby, and if I was going to allow this to happen to him, I couldn’t let him do it without me there to support him. Â So I sat in the room just off of the dining room, where everyone had gathered. Â My father-in-law held the baby, and my poor confused stepfather gave him little bits of a sweet wine and it was over super fast. Â They handed him back to me immediately, and he stopped crying the instant I touched him. Â He nursed gratefully and went immediately back to sleep.
The man who performed the circumcision passed away a few months ago. Â It wasn’t that I knew him well, I had never met him before and only saw him a few times since then. Â But he was there, on one of the most challenging and painful and ultimately rewarding days of my life. Â You know how sometimes you bond to your baby the first time you meet them, and sometimes it takes a bit? I loved my baby from the beginning, but on the day that he was circumcised, I knew absolutely and without question that I was his mother and he was my son, and that when he hurt, I felt it more than I could have imagined. Â It was the beginnings of a relationship that, to this day, continues to shock and amaze me, to teach me and stretch me and astound me. Â Rest in Peace, Stuart Jaffee, and thank you for your part in my son’s life.
That being said – when we found out that our next baby was a girl, the first thing I thought in the ultrasound room was thank God we don’t have to have her circumcised.
I’m Jewish, and pretty happy about it. Â I converted about four years ago, with our oldest two children. Â But, yeah, I still celebrate Christmas. Â I don’t celebrate it as the birth of Christ, but it’s still a tremendously meaningful and important holiday for me. Â I wouldn’t say it’s my favorite holiday of the year – there’s too much other stress going on for that. Â December is decidedly a challenging month for my husband and I. Â Between the number of Jewish people who write articles that I can’t stop myself from reading that assure me that a tree has no place in a Jewish home, and worrying about whether or not people are judging me for putting up the tree anyway. Â It’s celebrating a holiday that while it has never been particularly Christian to me – it is a Christian holiday to many people. Â And either way, it is most definitely not Jewish. Â It’s a hard month for my husband, who didn’t grow up Â celebrating Christmas, but not celebrating it is almost a part of his Jewish identity – so it’s never an easy time of year.
But celebrate it we do, enthusiastically. Â I’ve got stocking hung by the chimney with care, and a tree that’s lopsided, with way too many lights on it, and ornaments that are well loved and not particularly coordinated. Â I’ve got pictures of all of my babies with Santa Claus, and tinsel and candy canes EVERYWHERE. Â So why do I celebrate? Â Why do I insist on participating in holiday that everyone keeps telling me is all about rampant consumerism and materialism? Â If I strip away the ChristianÂ connotations to it, what exactly is Christmas all about? Â And why exactly do I insist every year that we celebrate it?
I celebrate it because it’s wrapped up in some of my favorite memories from my childhood. Â Caroling with my cousins, singing songs to my sister at night before we fell asleep. Â Every Christmas Eve, my little sister would beg to sleep in my bed with me, and I’d tell her stories about Santa and swear that I could see Rudolph’s nose in the sky. Â Baking Christmas cookies with my baby cousins, and taking my nieces and nephews out at night to look for the prettiest Christmas lights. Â My mother has this one song – Mary’s Boy Child, and it’s this odd sort of Jamaican Christmas carol, and every time it comes on the radio, she’d turn it up as loud as it could go and rock out. Â My mother doesn’t rock out as a rule, and watching her chairÂ dance in the car while we drove anywhere in December was (and is) kind of awesome.
I celebrate it because I love the anticipation of Christmas Day. Â I love that my kids talk about Santa Claus (despite the fact that both the older ones know it’s just a myth). Â When I was a kid, I loved that sense, all month long, that we were building up to this one day when magically, just because, we’d wake up and find that someone had brought us presents, just because. Â It’s not about the gifts, exactly. Â Looking back, I don’t remember any specific Christmas gift that I ever got that made a huge impression. Â What I remember is the magic, the excitement and the joy of it all. Â I want that for my kids.
I celebrate it because I’m still my mother’s daughter. Â And I’m raising her grandchildren. Â Having a child convert to a different religion isn’t easy, and my mother supported me and stood beside me every step of the way. Â I’ve never doubted her love orÂ commitment, and I can’t imagine how hurt and disappointed she’d be if I didn’t give my kids the same opportunity to love Christmas as she gave me. Â I won’t do that to her. Â I won’t do that to herÂ grandchildren. Â It’s not that she wants them to not be Jewish, she loves listening to my two year old lisp out the Shabbat blessings, and makes sure that she’s a part of our holiday traditions as well. Â She just wants to know that my family still a part of her family, celebrating her favorite holidays and traditions. Â Like sleeping over at Grammy’s house on the night before Thanksgiving, and trekking up to Maine every year to camp at Hermit Island – celebrating Christmas, for my mother, is about spending time with her kids, and her grandchildren. Â Passing along those traditions. Â I’m not willing to tell them that it’s not their holiday just because they’re Jewish. Â Yes, my children are observant Jewish kids but they’re also a part of my extended non-Jewish family as well. Â Christmas is part of what they inherit from my side of the family, along with a crappy sense of direction and a gift for sarcasm.
I celebrate it because I believe in peace on earth and goodwill towards men. Â And having a day to celebrate that is lovely to me. Â I celebrate it because I feel a little closer to everyone else on earth during this time of year – it seems to me that it’s the one time when we all try a little harder to be nicer, a little harder to appreciate the blessings we have. Â We don’t always succeed, and we aren’t all on the same page, but I sincerely think that the world is an amazing and beautiful and blessed place. Â On Christmas, I think we all feel that way.
It’s not about the shopping or the wrapping or the stress. Â And for me, it’s not about celebrating the birth of the Messiah. Â It’s about joy and peace – it’s closer to a celebration that we’re coming into the light. Â It’s no accident that theÂ SolsticeÂ is on the twenty-first – we are literally getting a little more light, just a bit, every day. Â I think it’s also an important theme of Hanukkah, that each night, we light just one more candle. Â I think that’s worth celebrating. Â I think having a day to stop and just celebrate the magic, celebrate the beauty of family and friends, to eat candy canes and drink eggnog, to watch your kids open presents and be absolutely delighted is awesome. Â Christmas isn’t perfect, and it’s nowhere near as simple and as easy as it used to be for me, but it’s still an integral part of my year. Â And my life. Â I don’t want to miss it. Â Being Jewish has added so much to my life, so much meaning and resonance, it’s given my kids a framework to build a spiritual life upon. Â It’s given me Shabbat dinner, and Passover Seders and a community that I love. Â But I still love Christmas.
So Iâ€™m at Thanksgiving last night with my husbandâ€™s family and religion somehow came up (does it come up as much with families that are all one religion, or do I just notice it more being from an interfaith family?).Â I was discussing how my daughters actually like going to temple (have no idea what Iâ€™m doing right there) and my husbandâ€™s uncle mentioned that they are half-Jewish.Â That got the hairs on the back of my neck to rise like a disturbed cat.Â I donâ€™t know about you, but my kids arenâ€™t â€śhalfâ€ť anything.Â They have a Jewish mother and a Catholic father but they arenâ€™t half Catholic; they are 100% Jewish.Â I didnâ€™t even know how to respond without offending him (and more importantly my mother-in-law) and to top it off my mother was sitting right there too but thankfully it either went over her head, she didnâ€™t hear it, or the filter between her brain and mouth was working (it doesnâ€™t always work) and she kept quiet.Â If she did hear I canâ€™t wait to see if she comments next time we are together without my husband around, that’ll be a hoot.
It bothers me that I didnâ€™t know how to respond.Â I am so grateful that my mother-in-law is cool (or at least an academy award winning actress) about my girls being brought up Jewish and no one else from my husbandâ€™s family has ever said anything negative about it, but the 50-50 comments bother me.Â Is there a way to address it or do I just let it go, knowing that my girls view everything correctly and that it will all get sorted out as they get older?
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