I consider myself a dedicated yet anxious Jewish mom. I’m dedicated because I would like my children to have a Jewish upbringing that connects them to our collective stories, history, and values – and I’m anxious because I’m never quite sure whether I’m accomplishing that goal.
I grew up going to services. A lot of services. I was adept at counting the ceiling tiles, reaching into the thousands as my grasp of numbers grew more sophisticated. The melodies became part of my life soundtrack; I hummed them as my mind wandered during the rabbi’s sermon.
"Secular part of the occasion;" during Passover and Sukkot, the intermediate days of the festival.
"Remember;" memorial service held on Yom Kippur and on the last day of Pesach, Shavout, and Sukkot.
When I started a new chapter in my life as a freshman at Indiana University (Go Hoosiers!), I met people left and right.
Rosh HaShanah, the Jewish new year, is a wonderful time to assess the past year and consider what we hope to achieve, spiritually speaking and otherwise, in the year to come.