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I’m Back!

It’s been quite awhile since I’ve written.  While I was gone I’ve been facing a challenging search for a job to work during daytime hours to supplement my coaching.  I’ve also had some health issues, nothing too serious though and I’m recovering nicely.  I’m going to try to get more serious about making better choices now that I’m (gasp) twenty-six.  And most excitingly, I’ve moved!  I have a lovely little apartment with my dog and am 100% in love with having my own space.  It’s a little out of my price range now, so I’m dipping into my savings but if the job prospect turns out I will be at the very least breaking even. (Boston is expensive, there’s no two ways about it).

The day before my birthday I sat down and wrote some goals in my notebook.  I wasn’t trying to commemorate growing any older at the time, I just wanted to use a new multi-colored pack of sharpies to do something.  My goals were financial, job-based, and fitness but also a large chunk of them were faith-based.  Naturally, those are the ones I want to talk about here.  My Faith-based goals were, in no particular order, as follows:

1: Attend Services more often

2: Build a relationship with a Rabbi

3:Learn how to make some traditional dishes (confession: I really can’t cook very well!)

4: Take Hebrew classes

5: Save $ for trip to Israel ( I missed the age window to be eligible for birthright!  I’ve intended to go for the past five years but I’ve always had some commitment that I couldn’t miss)

6: Learn about raising Jewish children.

These are all pretty self-explanatory, except for number six which, for me at least, requires a lot of explanation.  No, I’m not pregnant nor do I intend to be in the near future.  Actually, I’ve never had any desire to have biological children.  Since I was a small child myself I wanted to be an adoptive parent.  I guess it’s sort of a weird quirk of mine.  Nevertheless, I want my children to be raised Jewish.  It’s absolutely the most important thing to me. I’m going about it in a way that seems far from traditional.  For instance, if I had children of my own they would be Jewish just from their inheritance.  I guess I don’t feel like a child has to physically come out of you to be your child.  I know people definitely have differing opinions on this and all I can say is live and let live.  That said I had a very… unconventional upbringing and I don’t feel prepared at all to raise a child in the traditions of my faith.  If I was in a relationship with a Jewish man than by all means I would share the burden but the fact is that I am not.  While I cannot tell you that I will marry my boyfriend one day I could see us having a long future together and I would never in a million years ask him to convert. He is supportive of me and accepts, if not understands, my deep connection to my faith and that is really all that I need. Parenthood is definitely something that is far off for me but I want to be prepared.  I feel that the greatest gift I could give my future children is bringing them up in a strong faith and a community anchored by common values and beliefs.  So I begin my journey of learning how to become a Jewish mother.

 

Well, I’m certainly long winded today.

More on this later …

 

-E

 

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