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By Sara Esther Crispe
I tried to explain that sometimes mommies can make mistakes and lose sight of what is most important, and I asked for her forgiveness . . .
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In the footsteps of Moses
By Chaim Bruk
Most couples are given G‑d’s natural blessings; it’s only certain ones whom G‑d gifts with the even loftier, perhaps supernatural blessing of adoption...
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Life after Loss
By Sara Blau
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By Sara Esther Crispe
I had always thought that I treated each child as an individual and worked to bring out his or her best. What hadn’t occurred to me was that I was treating each child the way I saw that child, and in my limited vision I was missing out on abilities and capabilities that I simply didn’t know were there...
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Understanding Our Children
By Chaya Houpt
When I’m paying attention, I think the opportunity to raise up another
person in the world is pretty mind-blowing, pretty awe-inspiring. And I’m
raising three little people. The problem is that most of the time, I’m not
paying attention...
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by Mina Richler
If I truly have so much faith in my levels of compassion, then why can I be so kindhearted toward an unhealthy baby, but lose my patience so easily with my perfectly healthy twins?
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By Ann Goldberg
I stood there like a fool, with tears rolling down my cheeks. Had I forgotten? My baby is getting married...
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By Chana Lew
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By Julie Mendelsohn
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By Elana Mizrahi
Sometimes I forget how old he is. I know I put more weight on his shoulders than the other ones. He definitely has more responsibilities, and I expect more from him...
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By Beryl Tritel
In the weeks preceding this event, I found myself surprisingly ambivalent. My husband was all for it, as he had never been a staunch supporter of growing it in the first place. The other kids were also excited at the prospect of a party. Me? I wanted to hold on to this cute babyness a little longer...
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By Elana Mizrahi
Do we take enough time to look into our child’s eyes, to touch their hand, to really talk? “In one minute, when I finish this phone call.” “Let me just clean up and I’ll be right with you.” The problem is that “one minute” is never just one minute, and that the one minute might be a minute too late...
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By Tzippora Price
I want to treat both my children equally, drawing from the same deep pool of bottomless devotion. But their differences make that impossible . . .
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By Sara Esther Crispe
I tried to explain that sometimes mommies can make mistakes and lose sight of what is most important, and I asked for her forgiveness . . .
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By Susan Schwartz
Know that I am proud of each of you. Of your accomplishments and achievements, but more
importantly, of who you have become in life. Not what you do, but who you are . . .
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By Elana Mizrahi
Are my children so wrong to ask? Maybe it’s me who is wrong by becoming angry that they ask so much? Am I teaching my child that’s it’s not okay to want, that’s it’s not acceptable to ask? Is that the message that I want to give to them?
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By Debby Phillips
I was still in the same pose, clueless to his disappointment. And that’s when it hit me. I had been clueless all along . . .
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Being a Mommy
By Elana Mizrahi
It’s eight o’clock in the morning. My husband leaves to take the kids to school. I am sitting on the couch nursing our three-week-old baby. Four hours later he returns and finds me in the same spot, doing the same thing. I have barely moved; I have not accomplished anything that I planned to do....
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Wearing his kipah in public
By Mindy Rubenstein
There is no mistaking a kipah, especially to a fellow Jew. Whether real or not, I imagined our parents thinking, “Now they’re forcing their newly religious, fanatical ways on their innocent children, having them show their Judaism in public.”
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Trying to Understand My Child
By Robyn Cuspin
It would be so easy to frame his smiling self, and pretend that this single shining moment defines him. Perhaps others would choose to dismiss this moment as an anomaly, and embrace the other photo, the one that captures his otherness. Yet these photos are the two sides of my son, and I struggle to embrace both of them, despite their extremes . . .
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