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There is just too much at stake for us to abandon our children to the cruelties of an irreverent and irrelevant Whatever World

My oldest son came home from school one day with a wistful look in his eyes. He must have been seven or eight at the time. “I wish I didn’t have blond hair,” he said. “I don’t think that Moses had blond hair.”

Ours is definitely a give-and-take relationship: I give her everything I've got, and she takes. Yet precisely because she doesn't give anything in return is the connection so strong

"I'm trying to recall some of my earliest childhood memories of my father," said my husband. "But I have none. My mind is blank..."

Slowly and reluctantly, she pulled out a crumpled paper from her knapsack and, with downcast eyes, asked me to sign it. The sad look in her eyes told me more than any number could reveal

Sobbing loudly, Naomi ran into my bedroom in the middle of the night, for the fourth time that week. "Was it the same dream?" I inquired, knowing what her answer would be

My rational mind understands that this is how he will become the person I want him to be, the person he himself wants to be. But my motherly instinct wonders: Will I become a stranger to his thoughts and moods?

I looked at it, and I wanted to crawl back under my warm covers. My children saw it, and to them it was something to experience, to feel, touch, handle and manipulate

Shira searched for the shortest two chapters in the book. With great care and effort, she began to recite each word, in her most authoritative voice, waiting patiently for her brother to repeat it