Rabbi Cara Weinstein Rosenthal is an educator, congregational consultant, and writer focusing on outreach and engagement. As the Family Engagement Specialist for the United Synagogue of Conservative Judaism, she works with synagogues to help them increase their potential to include young families in Jewish life and community. Rabbi Rosenthal was ordained by the Rabbinical School of the Jewish Theological Seminary and is a graduate of the University of Pennsylvania. She resides in East Hills, NY with her husband David and their children Sara and Eli.
“I dreamed my whole life,” my 5-year-old said suddenly.
“What?” I asked sleepily, as we snuggled before bedtime. “I dreamed my whole life when I was in your tummy,” my son explained.…“When a baby is in its mommy’s tummy, it dreams everything that’s going to happen to it in its life. And then it happens.” I listened silently, struck by the strange beauty of this idea. It made me think of the ancient Jewish legend that teaches that a baby learns the entire Torah while it… >> Read More
My 5-year-old keeps asking me what his babysitter did to make Donald Trump hate her. Of all the kid-driven questions I’ve had to field—Why is the sky blue? Where is heaven? Why can’t I have…candy for breakfast?—the hardest have been the questions we’ve been discussing recently: questions about why there are people in America who fear Muslims and want to keep them out of our country; why people want to build a wall between the U.S and Mexico; why people are protesting at the airport. As a mother and… >> Read More
The noisemakers are already going in my house. By “noisemakers,” I mean my kids. The groggers are going, too, of course, along with an endless medley of preschool Purim songs as my…children’s excitement about the upcoming holiday reaches a fever pitch. It’s a little chaotic, but I’m glad that my kids are eager to celebrate Purim...and it’s not bad to get a reprieve from the constant refrains of “Let It Go” that have comprised our family’s unofficial soundtrack for the last three months. “Mommy,” my 4-year-old… >> Read More
"Dear God, how many hours until bedtime?" I mutter from my prone position on the playroom floor as Legos bounce off of my head.
And how long have I been doing this, anyway? I'm home with the kids…today, and my husband left for work at 7:30, so it's been eight hours (not all of them involved being pummeled by Legos, but still). Now the Legos are hitting me in the arm as my toddler flings them into the air, his giggles piercing the torpid afternoon. Let's see…if there are no major meltdowns,… >> Read More