Posts Tagged "parenting"

Losing His Religion – Trying to be a Supportive Parent

Losing His Religion – Trying to be a Supportive Parent

(Cross-posted on the Times of Israel) The day my son told me he was no longer religious is one that will live forever in my memory. He was no longer living at home and was…

Naftali’s Aliyah

Naftali’s Aliyah

Last Monday my second son Naftali made aliyah. He didn’t want a ton of attention or to do interviews or to have pictures taken and avoided every video camera. But me being me I got…

A Mother’s Prayer on the Eve of Her Son’s Enlistment

A Mother’s Prayer on the Eve of Her Son’s Enlistment

Previously posted on the Times of Israel. Dear son, dear Aryeh, Eight short months ago we said goodbye at JFK, as you left to make Aliya, and I placed my hands upon your head. I…

I left my baby in a car. Alone.

I left my baby in a car. Alone.

I just received this submission to be posted anonymously on my blog, in light of the recent deaths of three babies in Israel having been erroneously left in a car by their parents. I was…

Letting Them Fly The Nest

Letting Them Fly The Nest

Three months isn’t a long time in the whole scheme of things. A quarter of a year. A blink, a sigh. But these next three months are huge over here in the HSM household. Within…

Laundry Woes

Laundry Woes

Can someone please explain this to me? I do laundry twice or thrice a week. The kids all sort their own laundry and we have one of those hampers with three sections in it next…

I Was Raised By Two Women

I Was Raised By Two Women

Yes, that’s quite the statement, but it doesn’t have the modern meaning. I was actually raised lovingly by my mother and maternal grandmother. No external male influences – just them, me and my brothers. We…

Accepting Help

Accepting Help

I found this ecard online the other day. And I laughed because it was so apt. I posted it to Facebook and several of my friends also commented that it was so totally them.   I…

Yom Kippur Memory

Yom Kippur Memory

I bless my kids every Friday night before kiddush. It moves me every single time. Sometimes to the point of tears. It’s my reconnection with the boys after busy weeks of to-ing and fro-ing. No…

Battle Picking is an Art Form

Sigh. During the school year the boys get up at the crack of dawn without a whimper. I wake them up, they get a 5 minute grace period (if the coffee is excellent, maybe 7…

Nagging the teens

I had a couple of long phone calls this morning, with two very good friends. Friends who have more experience than me in various areas of life. Two things I gleaned (which is stuff I…

Do you babysit your own children?

When I am out without my kids or my husband, invariably at least one person asks me “oh, so is your husband babysitting?” I always answer “My husband is not babysitting, he is spending quality…