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Robin P

Thanks for stopping by my blog today.
I figured I would pop over because I am not sure I have ever been here. With all the DotMoms now it is so hard to keep track!

I have been struggling with joining a synagogue for a while now and I know I have to make a move soon. Lillianna needs to start Hebrew school in September.I used to teach pre-Hebrew so I have been teaching her about the holidays and other things since she was 2 but she needs to be enrolled in a class and we have to figure out where we will join. (Rich was brought up Catholic but he doesn't follow that. He's not a church goer.)

I don't like the synagogue where I went as a child and where I taught in my 20s because people aren't involved. They only do Shabbat services every OTHER Friday instead of every Friday because people don't show up.Now the prospect of researching a new one and joining is rather scary!!!! Plus it's so expensive and I don't have the money to join. It's probably $1,000 a year or more.

On another note,whenever a baby cried during a service in our synagogue and people loudly hissed "Ssshhhhhhh" our rabbi always said,"May that be the worst thing we ever hear today." That usually shut people up. Ya gotta put it all in perspective!


I was raised Catholic, went to an all girls Catholic School etc etc but drifted away from the Church until my son was born. He now attends Catholic elementary school and I love the view he has on life - such as it is at 8 years old!


When my kids were babies they (all three)had moments when they would stare at a blank wall or space and just smile. (some would say gas, i know) but this was even into the 6-9 month age range. I figured they could somehow see their gaurdian angels. Do you suppose, children fresh from God, have a bit of a memory of the place from which they came?


I'm so glad the new preacher is like that. Our pastor is, too, and I'm sad that he'll be leaving this year to move closer to his own adult kids. It's been really important to my husband and me that our kids be part not only of a religion, but of a specific church community.

I keep remembering a college roommate who said that her parents never took her to church because they wanted her to decide for herself when she grew up, but then she grew up and had no motivation to get involved in a church because she never had the experience as a child. It struck me as sad then, and it still does.

I hope your new preacher encourages the congregation to be more accepting of kids. I know I would feel uncomfortable going to church if people glared at me every time one of my kids wiggled.


On the day you were baptizing your little one, my brother and sister-in-law were doing the same for their two kids, one of whom is my godchild. On the Saturday before, we all met with the minister and two lay people involved with the service. Heading into the meeting, we all sort of dreaded it. It was a beautiful sunny day and we were going to be couped up inside for a few hours being drilled on some aspect of Christianity.

Instead, it turned into the most interesting conversation, where we talked about our own baptisms or what we knew of them, our experience with religion and spirituality as children and our current feelings on the whole topic. We talked about our spiritual interests now and ways we drew strength from our spiritual sides and communities.

At one point in the conversation, I found myself getting teary because it dawned on me how great it was that I was sharing this with my brother and his wife. How lucky was I to have such great relationships with them both and be a part of such an intimate conversation? (I'm such a softie!)

Later that night, as we were sifting through the day, we noticed that it took such a gathering for us to have a conversation about spirituality. It's one subject area that still is verboten, even among people whom you know are open minded, curious, and won't proselytize. I can think of lots of reasons why it isn't part of our common discourse, but after our morning together, I think it's too bad. It was inspiring to hear how my family members are thinking about their spiritual lives and to articulate my own thoughts, neophyte that I am.

Here I am, a week later, and I still have the conversation on my mind.

Who would have thought that I'd find myself wishing I could have conversations like that more often?

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