I ran into a mom the other day whose son is having his bar mitzvah in a few weeks, just before my son. Our boys were in the same preschool class together at the JCC, back when they smelled like…finger paint and graham crackers. How's the planning going? we chirped. Good, you know, busy, still waiting on all those late RSVPs. Then we looked at each other and cried. This is the part of bar mitzvah planning I did not anticipate. I had been so worried about the details, the cost, the time: How… >> Read More
It happened two miles from our house, six minutes into our drive, moments before we'd even merged onto the highway.
"Are we there yet?"
Oh, but I was ready. A decade and four children into my…parenting career, I'd honed my car-trip tactics with exacting preparedness: individually packed snack tubs; new markers with ready-to-be-filled blank journals; puzzle books; a bribe bag of marshmallows; kid-sized neck pillows for comfortable napping. (No movies. Our one old-school road rule.) "Are we there yet?" The puzzles were boring, the markers lost their caps, the marshmallows… >> Read More