The Jewish holidays are right around the corner and my husband and I are dreading them.
It’s not just because we have young babies and the logistics of the holidays are enough to send me to the couch with a cool compress. (How do you keep to a nap schedule during the high holy days? Please explain.) Rather, at the risk of sounding like a teenager forced to go to Hebrew school year after year, we really don’t like temple.
My dad is a Rabbi, my mom is a prominent Jewish educator, and Jon grew up in an orthodox home—so this isn’t socially acceptable, to say the least.
And yet, here’s a typical conversation between us lately:
Jon: “I took off three days for Rosh Hashanah… Ugh.”
Me: “Wish you didn’t have to waste your vacation days on the holidays.”
Jon: “I really don’t like this time of year.”
Me: “My parents bought us tickets for services at their temple.”
Jon: “Ugh. My mom bought us tickets, too.”
Jon: “How are we going to raise our kids with religion if we don’t like synagogue?
The truth is, there are things I like about Rosh Hashanah… I like kugel and apple cake, for starters. I also like being with family, the mix of crisp fall air and talk of renewal. I even kind of like tashlich, a tradition of “casting away one’s wrongdoings” by tossing pieces of bread into a body of water (my family has always been partial to a pond at a park near our home on Long Island). Read the rest of this entry →