Throughout elementary and middle school, I was invariably the only Jewish student in my class. This had its charms: for example, I got to play the dreidel in the token Hanukkah song in the annual…holiday (aka Christmas) pageant. I also had the distinct pleasure of reading “The Diary of Anne Frank” no fewer than five times before high school, owing to overzealous teachers eager to find a protagonist with whom I might connect. With the narcissism of a child, I loathed the comparison: What did I have in common with… >> Read More
“Hi, Mommy,” someone whispered. I felt breath on my face.
It was a Sunday morning, and I was still in bed. It was still earlier than I’d like to be awake, but not as early as it had been…when my husband took the 1-year-old and 3-year-old downstairs a half hour before. The voice saying hello was my 4-year-old daughter. I smiled, motioned to her and she climbed into my bed. Every parent loves each of their children for their own specialness. This particular kid is a ridiculously kind, beautiful, sweet, funny, loving and… >> Read More
“Count to 10,” my husband whispered to me under his breath. He turned to 5-and-a-half-year-old Adi* and pointed to two cards out of the 12 laid before us, and asked “What card completes this…set?” She poured over the cards as I reached 10, and continued to 20, before pointing out the third card in the set. I took the trio of cards and set them before me. We had just finished brunch with friends and were playing a game of “Set” with the kids. "Set" is a fast-paced,… >> Read More
“It won’t be the same,” our son said as we planned a vacation over the President’s Day break.
Very little in life stays the same, I want to tell him. As soon as I get comfortable, with a…project, a friendship, a stage of my children’s development, something shifts. I am left to grapple with not knowing how I fit in. But I don’t say anything; this falls into the category of lessons he needs to learn himself. Despite his concerns, we take the plunge–a family vacation without one of the four members… >> Read More
I keep her flowered towel hanging on the bathroom hook, as though she will be back any day. My daughter left for college in August, and I’m really okay most of the time. It is just those times…that she breezes in, then leaves again, that get me aching. I touch the wet towel after she is gone, and I’m confused. Suddenly, I want to please her. After her last visit, I gave her my tiny jar of moisturizer to take back with her. I fixed her a grilled cheese sandwich to take… >> Read More