Melissa Henriquez is red-headed Jew from Jersey who married a wonderful dark-haired Catholic guy from El Salvador. They met in college, endured several years of long-distance love, married in 2006 and now live in Michigan with their two wonderful children: Maya (6) and Ben (3). By day, she is a marketing manager at a global marketing agency and by night she blogs at Let There Be Light (est. 2008). Melissa's writing has been featured on Babble.com and The Huffington Post.
This past Monday night, I was at my wit’s end with my entire household.
Like many working moms, I look forward to the two hours of family time we get between the time we get home and the time…the kids go to sleep. We try to keep our weeknights plan-free, with the exception of Monday evenings, when my daughter has gymnastics and our routine gets rushed in half. Normally it works out just fine; my husband cooks dinner with my son, and we all eat when we get home. This has been our… >> Read More
“When they go low, we go high!” I still get chills up and down my spine, recalling how poignant and electrically-charged Michelle Obama’s message sounded during the Democratic National…Convention last summer. Her passion, her conviction, and her genuine fervor are all impossible to ignore. I’ve watched her speech countless times for inspiration since then, and I’ve tried with all my might to keep those seven words she spoke close at heart as I’ve come to grapple with the reality that today, January 20,… >> Read More
Jewish mothers worry; it’s not just a stereotype, it’s the truth—truth in the same way the sun rises in the east and sets in the west and there are 50 states in our fine union. It’s just who…we are, and there’s no shame in it. Which is why I am here today to declare that I have officially reached “Jewish mother status.” In fairness, I’ve been a Jewish mother since I became a mom on December 18, 2010, with the birth of my daughter Maya—but now I really feel like one. Maya… >> Read More
Most moms stand in one of two camps about the American Girl franchise: Either they love the dolls and all they stand for (strong, brave girls; inclusion)… or they think it’s absolutely absurd to…pay $115 for a doll. After my experience with the brand—and especially after this week’s announcement of American Girl’s 2017 Girl of the Year—I’m definitely in the former camp. My first exposure to American Girl was, like most girls in the early 90s, through the catalogs. I was too old to play with dolls when… >> Read More
With my daughter’s 6th birthday party, Hanukkah, and Christmas all falling in a brief seven-day window, the holidays felt extra-stressful this year for my little interfaith family.
Of course,…some of the stress is self-imposed. Like most moms, I tend to put way more pressure than necessary on myself in an effort to make the holidays memorable, when in reality, my kids are thrilled to be home in their jammies with their mommy and daddy for a few days with nothing to do but… >> Read More
Salad fix-ins? Check.
Menorah, candles, and dreidels? Check, check, check.
My husband, kids, and I were headed to family dinner at our dear friends’ house. Though she and…her husband aren’t Jewish, my friend is a history teacher who loves learning about and sharing multicultural traditions. Since she’d never lit a menorah before, she asked me to bring ours—and I was more than happy to oblige. For good measure, I also brought some dreidels and—because our kids ate all our gelt the first… >> Read More
We were at the reception following my dear friend’s aufruf ceremony, a joyous and momentous pre-wedding ritual. We’d missed the service itself, but had made it in time for the luncheon. I’d…been looking forward to it as our first event as congregants of our synagogue—but my kids clearly had other plans. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I swatted my 3-year-old son’s hand out of the giant, beautiful fruit display which served as the centerpiece of the synagogue’s luncheon for the second… >> Read More
Still numb from the news of Donald Trump’s unprecedented victory, I came across this headline on social media: 'Sieg Heil,' swastikas, racist Trump graffiti appear in South Philly. Already plagued…with a stomach virus earlier in the week, another nauseous wave came over me again as I stared at the screen, feeling personally victimized and on the verge of puking, tears streaming down my face. I don’t live under a rock; I know anti-Semitism is very real, and I know these heinous acts happen all… >> Read More
It was July 21, 1999, and my whole family plus three of my best friends were in the waiting lounge at JFK, hanging with me while I waited to board my flight to Buenos Aires, where I would spend the…fall semester of my junior year of college. I’d left the country once before—a 10-day vacation to Greece with my aunt, uncle, and cousins when I was 16. But although I went to college in DC and my parents lived in New Jersey, I’d never been away from them for four straight months. “We gave… >> Read More
My 5-year-old daughter is obsessed with all things Aly Raisman right now. Since the Olympics began, she has been begging to watch YouTube videos of performances, interviews with the much-decorated…gymnast, and even watched some re-runs from when Aly was on “Dancing with the Stars.” Aly is on par with Queen Elsa right now—which, in 5-year-old-world, is a tremendous honor. “If I keep practicing my gymnastics, can I be like Aly?” she asked. “If you put your mind to it, you sure can!” (Who am… >> Read More
Looking at my 2-year-old son sleeping soundly in the backseat this past weekend, sand stuck to his tiny barefoot toes and dribbles of chocolate ice cream still dotting his chin, I can’t help but…smile. Behind me sits his sister—5—wet blond hair matted to her headband, her little belly poking out of her rash guard. Her eyelids are fluttering and I know within minutes she’ll be asleep, too. Ah, beach days. That’s what summer’s all about, right? Well for us, actually, it’s not. Growing up, summer meant spending the… >> Read More
Growing up in a small, rural town in northern New Jersey in the '80s, I never had perfect attendance in school. Not because I was sick or because my family took vacations outside the school calendar,…but rather because every fall, I needed to take two days off in observance of the Jewish holidays. Unlike my friends who grew up in one of the predominantly Jewish parts of our state—where schools are closed for the High Holidays—I was one of about six Jewish families in our entire school district. So for… >> Read More
My usually easy-going, smiley 2-year-old is standing in front of me, red-faced, clenching his chubby fists, and shrieking, “SHE STOLE MY LOVEY!” at the top his lungs. “She is a MEANIE! I’m…not playing with her EVER AGAIN!” To prove his point, he stamps his little Croc-encased feet on the floor, and it takes everything in me to suppress my laughter. He’s run into my bedroom to tattle on his big sister—his best friend most days, and his arch enemy other days. Apparently today was one of… >> Read More
No matter if you're the friend, husband, partner, colleague, sister, second cousin twice removed, or niece of a pregnant woman, here are five things you should never, ever, ever say within a 500-foot…radius of a pregnant woman. At least, not if you value your life. 1. I'm hungry. Hungry? You have no idea what hunger is until you've been pregnant. And it's the weirdest, most annoying kind of hunger—one minute you're sick to your stomach puking (or about to puke or feeling like you could puke) and… >> Read More
“Did you vote today?” my dentist asked his hygienist mid-way through my root canal on Michigan Primary Day this past Tuesday.
“Nah, I don’t vote. I’m not really interested in…politics,” she answered, leaning in to suck out my saliva with one of her instruments. “My dad was really political growing up and it kind of turned me away from politics,” she added with a shrug. Between the wadded cotton ball stuck inside my upper cheek, the suction device, and the numbing agents rendering me… >> Read More
Every Sunday morning growing up, we had two rituals: a big Sunday breakfast and a phone chat with our beloved bubbe in Florida. We’d pass the phone among the five of us so everyone could say hello…to Jeanette. Though she couldn’t physically be with us, she could feel us–the excitement in our voices as we shared our latest report card results. It was a ritual that meant the world to my grandmother, who carried photos of us in her wallet, and would kvell about how wonderful we were to anyone and… >> Read More
On Friday, I took part in a survey which asked parents of young kids how they teach and instill morals and values to their children--what tools and resources, if any, they use to handle tough…situations. I answered honestly, saying that most of the tough conversations I've had with my kids so far have been reactive versus proactive, like when one of my best friends, Rachel, suddenly died last April during a routine medical procedure, or when my 5-year-old daughter exhibited a touch of "mean girl" behavior at school...or was… >> Read More
My parents have taught me countless valuable lessons over the years, but perhaps one of the most important was this: Make your marriage a priority.
It doesn’t mean that you ignore the rest of…the world around you, and live in a double bubble full of sunshine and unicorns and rainbows. And it doesn’t mean you don’t place your kids super-high up on the priority list, either; of course you do. But it does mean to carve out time for one another. Be each other’s best advocate. Be friends. Be lovers.… >> Read More