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My 4 year-old son’s BFF is a Christian boy named Connor. The two are not only inseparable; they have been in the same daycare class since 5 months of age.
I’ve been explaining to Oliver that Connor doesn’t celebrate Hanukkah. It’s been a fruitful conversation to talk about how we don’t share all of our holidays with some friends and family. Connor may not celebrate Hanukkah, but he does celebrate Christmas, and we want to be sure to wish Connor a Merry Christmas. So Oliver decided that he wanted to give Connor a Christmas gift, and he specifically wanted to make a Christmas ornament for Connor’s tree. So I pulled out some red felt, cut a large circle, and threaded a piece of silver ribbon through the top. “Ok,” I told him, “Now you have to decorate it.”
Oliver thought for about 10 seconds and then retrieved a marker and started drawing. The Christmas ornament has a giant blue menorah on it. Knowing Connor’s parents, they are going to be touched by Oliver’s Christmas ornament. And I’m sure they’ll hang it on their tree.
Shalom. I struggled with that salutation — Iâ€™m a Jew by choice and converted 4 and a half years ago, and the language can still feel clunky at times. I should be able to write that salutation without it raising the hair on my neck, but it does make me feel like an impostor sometimes.
My son, Oliver, is also 4 and a half, and my daughter, Esther, is 2 and a half. They attend a preschool/daycare program at a Jewish Community Center, and last week one of the teachers asked if we were Jewish or not. To be fair, not that many of the kids who attend our JCC seem to be Jewish. So it was kind of the teacher to ask rather than assume. However, I suspected the teacher had made an assumption that we werenâ€™t Jewish becauseâ€¦ well, I could come up with a list of reasons why my family of four is not passing as Jews. But most of those reasons have less to do with other peopleâ€™s perceptions than with my own struggle to assert my place in this faith.
The reason Iâ€™ve decided to become a blogger on the InterfaithFamily Parenting Blog is because I felt confidant in my Jewish faith, in my Jewish marriage, in my Jewish parenting, and in my Jewish practice until my kids started becoming talkative Jewish know-a-lots. Then I realized that there is a major difference between converting to a faith as an adult and being raised in it. That shouldnâ€™t be some huge revelation, I realize, and if my beit dein (rabbinic court) had asked me, â€śWhatâ€™s the difference between converting to a faith and being raised in it?â€ť before my mikveh, I probably could have responded confidently. But as with most things, children make you question a lot of your assumptions, and they keep you honest. This morning my kids were chasing each other around the breakfast table singing the motzi (blessing over bread) at the top of their lungs. In that moment I realized (1) their Jewish experience is going to be different from mine, and (2) we are not imposters. Iâ€™m excited by all the things Iâ€™m learning from these little Jewish know-a-lots, and Iâ€™m glad youâ€™ll come along with me on this journey. Shalom.
As Iâ€™ve posted on here before, our bedtime routine is pretty typical â€“ bath, pjs, stories, songs, lights out. While the pjs and the stories chosen might vary each night, the songs never do.
Each night, the request is the same: first, â€śTake Me Out to the Ballgameâ€ť (no, Iâ€™m not kidding; he actually wants to hear this EVERY night); second, the Shema; third, â€śLa La Luâ€ť (the lullaby from Lady and the Tramp).
Lately Sam has started to sing the songs with me. I know he doesnâ€™t fully understand it yet, but I love that Sam is already starting to â€śprayâ€ť with me at night. I hope his â€śbedtime songâ€ť helps to open the door for him to easily talk to G-d as he grows.
If you incorporate prayers into your evening routine, when did your kids start saying them with you? When do you think they started to understand that they were more than just words or pretty tunes?
Our schedule is crazy lately. I know, I know, whose isnâ€™t? My two big boys are both playing baseball this spring, and will soon be starting up select basketball. Both sports run concurrently (so, 2 boys playing 2 sports = NO free time, really) through early July. This schedule, plus a 30-minute drive to synagogue means we donâ€™t get to services nearly as often as Iâ€™d like. And while there are nights I could go on my own, or just the baby and I could go, it just doesnâ€™t happen. Much as I love our congregation and rabbi, Iâ€™m not sure Iâ€™m brave enough to go (and wrestle my munchkin into some form of quiet-ness for an hour) on my own.
Lately, with some stuff thatâ€™s been going on, Iâ€™ve NEEDED a reconnection with something bigger than myself. Iâ€™ve needed something to remind me that some of the pettiness and general sometimes-it-stinks-to-be-a-grown-up crud Iâ€™ve been dealing with is, really and truly, small potatoes. I donâ€™t really have a church home anymore, and, honestly, Sunday mornings are one of our FEW quiet times as a family, so I enjoy them at home. So, whatâ€™s a (gentile) girl to do?
Iâ€™ve found great comfort in us lighting the Shabbat candles lately. Itâ€™s not always right at sundown, and I donâ€™t always get to rest or study or simply enjoy their gentle glow. But I do get the reminder that thereâ€™s something bigger out there than me and my daily struggles and joys. I get to share the blessing with my boys. Most times, Daddy lights the candles and says the blessing. One week, I did it. I loved doing it. Bubba found one of the babyâ€™s books that has the transliteration of several Shabbat prayers (Iâ€™ve mentioned it here, before, My Shabbat) and pulled it out on his own to try to sound through some of the other simple blessings. Bear got in on that, too. Itâ€™s still all â€śfunâ€ť for them, but I like that theyâ€™re curious enough to try, and to ask.
More recently, Iâ€™ve lit the candles on my own, when Daddy and the big boys were out, and it was just Baby Boy and me. I even braved last weekâ€™s Tot Shabbat (once a month at our synagogue) â€“ just Baby and me. (He loved it, by the way, danced and sang and wanted to go â€śup dereâ€ť on the bimah, and cried and cried when it was time to go home.)
So, while I continue to work on my own spiritual journey, I hope to continue at least lighting the candles on Friday nights to bring me back out of myself and the myopic view of life I tend to develop during our hectic weekdays. And even if my journey doesnâ€™t lead me to any kind of conversion, I think I probably will always need Shabbat.
Our Passover Seders are typically enjoyed at the home of one of Hubbyâ€™s Aunts and Uncles. They always do an incredible job, and are some of the few people we know who are equipped to handle 20+ people for dinner (and make it look pretty darn easy, even though I KNOW itâ€™s not). Last year, I have to admit, I was dreading the Passover Seder. Baby boy was almost 1, he was mobile, and I just KNEW he was going to be a handful. I was pleasantly surprised at pesach/">how well it all went.
Of course, that doesnâ€™t mean that I WASNâ€™T worried about this Passover… on the contrary. Baby boy is now almost 2, and all that goes along with that. His big brothers, while typically well-behaved, have a penchant for egging him on (mainly because heâ€™s so darn cute, but also because, well, theyâ€™re big brothers). Add to that the fact that I realized about half an hour before we needed to leave that I never procured a travel high chair. I had no way of strapping him down ensuring he could sit safely at the table.
Again, my fears were *mostly* unfounded this year. As he climbed the front steps, Baby boy excitedly called out â€śAunt Su-san house! See. Aunt Su-San!â€ť (Try to read that in your best squeaky-toddler voice.) Baby boy was pretty good, if somewhat restless. He mostly sat in my lap, until he realized that Zayde was at the next table, and then heâ€™d sort of roam between Mommy, Daddy, and â€śZalieâ€™sâ€ť lap. He didnâ€™t eat much dinner (not that I expected otherwise; heâ€™s definitely in the â€śpickyâ€ť stage of toddler eating), though he did ask for more and more â€śapple-cinn-monâ€ť (charoses). He wore his kippah, (he kept calling it his â€śhehmetâ€ť because anything that goes on oneâ€™s head right now MUST be a baseball helmet) except for when he shared it with me or Daddy. (Even showing him that his big brothers were quietly and calmly wearing their â€śhehmetsâ€ť didnâ€™t persuade him to keep his on.)
There were a couple â€śextraâ€ť (i.e., not related to us) kiddos at this yearâ€™s Seder, which made the hunt for the Afikomen even more exciting! Bear found it this year, and after some pretty intense negotiations for its ransom, we had to have a little â€ślessonâ€ť with Bear about the ransomâ€™s fair division between his co-searchers. All the kids did GREAT on their reading (and considering the youngest reader is only in kindergarten, Iâ€™m SO, SO impressed), and they all (with the exception of Baby boy) behaved very well at the table. It was a late night, as usual, and maybe a little wilder than in years past, but Iâ€™d still say it was a very successful Seder. Maybe one year Hubs and I will be brave enough to have our own familylittle Seder.
Tonight was the first time my family â€“ my husband, me and my two boys â€“ said the Hamotzi (blessing over the bread) at home â€“ outside a Jewish holiday. It’s not that I am opposed to giving thanks before my meals â€“ I know how many blessings I have and am thankful for them daily â€“ I just don’t express my thanks to G-d on a daily basis. But maybe I should.
At Thanksgiving and Christmas, my father-in-law, who’s Episcopalian, always leads the Grace before dinner. This year our very chatty two-year-old thought that Grace was the greatest thing ever â€“ getting to hold everyone’s hands before dinner. And his way of saying Grace was by saying “I love my family” â€“ what could be better than that. My father-in-law’s version of Grace is also very universal â€“ thanking G-d for our many blessings, for the meal we are about to enjoy, thankful to the family we are gathered with and also thankful for those who are not able to be with there. Then it’s chow time.
Tonight however, my in-laws were not having dinner with us, it wasn’t a special meal or holiday. It was just a regular Monday night. Just after we all sat down, our seven-year-old asks, “Can we say the blessing?” And I respond that there are different ways â€“ Grace is what Christian people say, the Hamotzi is what Jewish people say and then our younger son’s version â€“ I love my family. He immediately picked the Hamotzi, as if that was what he was trying to think of on his own, which we then all sang together. Even his little brother joined in â€“ he has lots of practice from weekly Shabbat celebrations at the JCC pre-school.
Just a little story about how a regular Monday night turned into a really sweet moment for our family who might consider saying some form of thanks on a nightly basis.
Hamotzi lechem min haaretz,
We give thanks to God for bread.
Our voices rise in song together as our joyful prayer is said,
“Baruch atah adonai, eloheinu melech haolam, hamotzi lechem min haaretz. Amen.”
Sometimes I think what will be written on my headstone when I die is She had a lot of faith. As Roman Catholic raising Jewish children, I spend a lot of my time in houses of worshipâ€”three hours in the synagogue on Saturdays and an hour at Mass on Sundaysâ€”preparing for and celebrating holidays, and talking about God and religion with my friends and family.
The truth is I love it. I love being Catholic and I love that my family is Jewish. I am by no means a religious expert or theologian. I have studied Judaism for the past twelve years since I met my husband and as much as I have learned, I do feel like I have barely scratched the surface. Once when I was talking with a (Jewish) friend, trying to understand the differences between the Jewish denominations, he finally said the different denominations are about five minutes old in the span of Judaism, and I should not worry about the difference between a Conservative Jew and a Reconstructionist Jew. He told me to study the Jewish holidays, interpret them for my family, and all will be well.
I am sure some would take exception to that advice, but it has worked for me all these years. I cannot expound on all facets of Jewish religion, tradition, and customs, but I have found my way living a Jewish life with my family. I am grateful for all of my teachers along the way, my childrenâ€™s preschool, their Jewish summer camp, our synagogue, great friends, and resources on Interfaithfamily.com. And I cannot forget the secretary at my church who recommended the mohel we used for my sonâ€™s brit milah (circumcision).
My son is eight years old and my daughter is six. I am happy to share that they are thriving in all aspects of their humanity, they are healthy, they are socially agreeable, and self-identify as Jews. They know I am not Jewish and love me anyway. Last year when William was seven and Sarah was five, we took them to our local mikveh to be officially converted. Of course some lines of Judaism recognize patrilineal descent, but it was important to us to have them officially converted for their Jewish legitimacy to be recognized by most modern denominations.
On the appointed day, William and Sarah went through the ritual immersion for Jewish conversion at the Community Mikveh in Wilmette, Illinois. One at a time, they entered the small holy pool and immersed their whole bodies under the water three times. After each immersion, a prayer was said by the beit din (rabbinic court officiating the ritual) blessing them into the Jewish religion.
William and Sarah loved the experience. My husband and I prepared them for it in advance. The mikveh is a special place. The water is the most special water you will ever feel on your skin. You will be sealed with Godâ€™s grace in a very special way. Enjoy it; savor it because it will be a long time before you can go into a mikveh again.
Enjoy it they did. Sarah went first and made us promise she can come back again one day. William dunked himself at least six times. He treaded water. He swam around. He stayed in as long as he could.
The following day was Friday. At our Shabbat dinner, we all made toasts to how wonderful it is to be Jewish and what a remarkable week it had been. Our Shabbat Shaloms , lâ€™chaims and special Shabbat blessings felt extra special and authentic. It was then when I realized that I really am the only non-Jew in our house. I also realized my work to raise Jewish children was not over. It had just begun.
Babyâ€™s bedtime routine is pretty typical: bath every other night, pjs, possibly a little playtime (depending on how organized we are that night), some cuddle/wind-down time with Mommy and/or Daddy on the couch, then upstairs. If Mommyâ€™s putting to bed that night (Mommyâ€™s and Daddyâ€™s put-down routines differ slightly), we go upstairs, read one or two books, sing songs, and then itâ€™s night-night.
Lately, Iâ€™ve been letting him pick out what books weâ€™re going to read. (Heâ€™s got a veritable library to choose from â€“ thatâ€™s what happens with an English-major-nerd-type of a Mommy and Grandma.) For quite some time it was Dr. Seussâ€™ The Foot Book or a Mother Goose compilation followed by Goodnight Moon. For Christmas, my Aunt Lyn (or, as Baby learned to call her, â€śGate At Leeeâ€ť) gave him On the Night You Were Born and Llama Llama Red Pajama, which quickly became favorites, even ousting Goodnight Moon. (Truthfully, Mommy was a little sad at that, because I love Goodnight Moon.)
But you know what heâ€™s picked, almost exclusively, for the last week (which, letâ€™s face it, in toddler-time is basically a lifetime)? My Shabbat, a soft shapes book by David Brooks. At first I thought Baby just liked it because the shapes come out, so itâ€™s like getting to do a puzzle during bedtime stories. And Iâ€™m sure thatâ€™s one of the reasons he likes it. But Iâ€™ve noticed the last couple of nights that once he gets the removable shape out (or in, depending on whether we started with the pieces in or out of the book), he sits very still as I stumble read through the blessings (full disclosure here â€“ I use the transliterations; Iâ€™ve not mastered Hebrew in my â€śspareâ€ť time). Now, I know he doesnâ€™t understand yet, and that he probably really is reacting to the rhythmic sounds of the blessings, but I have to admit that I like it (and remember, Iâ€™m the non-Jewish parent). I also like that he now asks for his two night-night songs â€“ the Shâ€™ma (which he calls â€śSam-ahâ€ť) and â€śLa La Luâ€ť (also known as the lullaby from Disneyâ€™s â€śLady and the Trampâ€ť). I hope that these routines are, in some small way, a step toward incorporating more Jewish traditions in his daily life.
What do your childrenâ€™s nighttime routines look like? Do you try to incorporate Jewish prayers/thoughts/traditions into those routines, or at other times of the day?
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?
The 10 days between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur are referred to as the â€śdays of aweâ€ť â€“ a time of reflection, atonement, saying youâ€™re sorry to those you may have wronged. The Days of Awe 2011 for our family has officially been re-named the â€śdays of sickâ€ť. Unfortunately our older son was sick and out of school for the past 10 days. Nothing serious â€“ but he had a long standing fever, horrible cough and a big case of the â€śI just want to lay on the couch, watch TV and play Wiiâ€ť. He got x-rays for pneumonia â€“ nothing, we went to the doctorâ€™s â€“ his exam was perfect. We went to get blood work â€“ which was a whole other ordeal unto itself â€“ nothing. Just more Jr. Tylenol and cough-induced sleepless nights for us all. I just felt so bad for him â€“ no energy, no appetite, no interest in doing anything. The worst part for my husband and I was that we felt so helpless â€“ we just couldnâ€™t do anything to make him feel better.
The one bright spot of the week was one night before bedtime. We usually read our boys a book or two (or three) before bedtime that they get to choose and at this point, our older son can read on his own â€“ he was so proud of himself when he came home from school on library day with two chapter books after he passed the â€śtestâ€ť to take them out. Instead of reading Hooray for Fly Guy or Gus and Grandpaâ€™s Halloween Costume or a book about tornadoes, dinosaurs or baseball, he requested The Only One Club and The Shabbat Box â€“ two adorable PJ Library books that we probably havenâ€™t read in two years but are still in his bookcase. The Only One Club is a great picture book about a girl who realizes that she is the only Jewish child in her class as her teacher is having all of the kids make Christmas decorations. She goes home that night and makes a special badge for herself that says â€śThe Only One Clubâ€ť. At school the next day everyone asks her what the badge is for and then everyone else wants to be part of the club. Although she makes the badge because she is the only Jewish child, she figures out that each kid in her class is the â€śonly oneâ€ť of something â€“ red hair, freckles, big teeth, etc. It’s a book that is particularly relevant during the December holidays when kids start to figure out who is Jewish and who is not, or remembering my sonâ€™s explanation â€“ â€śwho is Christmas and who is Chanukah.â€ť
The Shabbat Box is a book about a boy who waits â€ś98 sleepsâ€ť to take home the Shabbat Box from pre-school and then it drops in the snow on his way home and he ends up making another, even more special Shabbat box for the class. From our experience at the JCC pre-school, the Shabbat Box includes candles, a fresh challah, grape juice, a blessings sheet and a Shabbat book. Getting the Shabbat Box in pre-school was always fun for us â€“ except on the Friday nights when my husband and I were completely exhausted and couldnâ€™t rally to do Shabbat and instead made French toast on Saturday morning.
I was more than happy to read these sweet, moral-based, Jewish books to my sick son who obviously needed a feel-good book before bedtime that night â€“ too tired and too exhausted to read on his own and more in the mood for a pre-school story than a big boy book. My husband also read these same books to our son the night before â€“ unbeknownst to me.
As I look back on these ten days and do my own reflecting, I realize I am so lucky to have a healthy family, an amazing husband who is helping create a Jewish life for our children and a supportive community in which to do so.
For more information on the PJ Library and how your child/ren can get free, age appropriate, Jewish books and music sent to your home on a monthly basis visit www.pjlibrary.org. You will be happy you did!
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