“Do you have any kids yet?” It was an innocent enough question. The woman asking me, a middle-aged, curly-haired, redhead was the third person to ask since I arrived at the shul-sponsored Shabbat…dinner 20 minutes earlier. The “Are you married?” question which usually preceded it was bypassed due to the hat I wore for synagogue and prayer functions, signifying I am a married woman. “Not yet!” was how I had answered the first person who asked. “No, I don’t,” was the answer I gave the second. “Nope,”… >> Read More
I’m not going to lie, and I shouldn’t have to. I love Mother’s Day. It’s strictly selfish, and I have no problem with that.
The holiday was never widely celebrated in my house growing up…(“we should celebrate mothers every day,” “this is just another Hallmark holiday”), but ever since I became a mother for the first time, I have anticipated the day with a childlike excitement. What craft will my 2-year-old proudly bring home from preschool? I now wonder. What beautiful words will my husband put to paper, to… >> Read More
“Where’s my husband?” I asked, panicked, as the nurses rolled me into the operating room.
We had been in the hospital all day, and after being told that I was likely out of danger, my husband…had left 20 minutes earlier to go back home and check on our older son. “You need to get my husband!” I was begging them. I was still conscious when the doctor put the knife to my stomach and cut into it. I remember screaming, and she stopped cutting, for just a moment, before the… >> Read More
Ezra is asleep in his crib. His lips purse and pucker as if he's sucking on a bottle. He is peaceful, even when he is awake. Awake, he stares at everything, fascinated by his surroundings, and giving…smiles as payment for even a moment of attention. When my students ask me for examples of modern day miracles, Ezra is the obvious answer. We named our son Ezra, Hebrew for help and support, because he is the manifestation of all the help we received in our efforts to become pregnant. We were told… >> Read More