When I became a mother I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t have any nephews or nieces, I’d never babysat. In fact, there was a time I was the least likely to even have a child, but my first born made being a mother easy. Well, easier than it could be.
We are an interfaith family. I was raised Catholic and Husband is Jewish, but when we decided to raise our children Jewish I found myself, yet again, at a loss. How would I help with their religious schooling? What would be the best way to blend our family?
My oldest, the boy, made his Bar Mitzvah this past weekend and it’s been quite a journey for this non-Jewish mother to watch him grow from a new baby at his bris strapped to a piece of wood with a yarmulke tied to his head, screaming his lungs off (I cried too. Not because he would be Jewish, but because he was being tortured. Hey, he was eight days old and I was a hormonal mess.) to the little boy swimming in the Mikveh not wanting to get out of the “pool” into the young man committed to his religious teachings and traditions. Son has made having a Jewish child easy.
We’re about to begin the journey again with Daughter. Her turn will be in a year and half and the time will fly. I am grateful for our many blessings and the love surrounding us from family and friends.
I still don’t know what I’m doing when faced with the job of mothering. The path is a bumpy one and the visibility ahead is limited. Most days, I make things up as I go along because I’m still waiting for a field guide or a map or something.
But I will tell you this, when I look at the years that have passed, every trip in the road has been worth it.