My daughter Dylan bounded into our room one morning this week and shouted out,
“I can’t wait for Yom Kippur!”
You don’t hear this a lot in the Jewish religion. Yom Kippur is a solemn holiday in September. It’s a day of atonement and repentance when you fast and pray until sundown. I don’t think a lot of 8-year-olds wake up bursting with Yom Kippur joy.
But Dylan was born around the Jewish high holy holidays, hence her exuberance. Since in her world, it’s less about fasting and more about cake.
After Dylan’s birth, I shared a hospital room with an Orthodox woman. You see, cushy single rooms are for folks in the suburbs and this was a gritty city birthing experience.
And it was all fine until about 6,000 of this woman’s relatives entered the room and started blowing a shofar. A shofar is a loud horn that is usually used in holiday synagogue services but has also been known to bug the crap out of new moms who just had a baby at a gritty city hospital. That’s the official Wikipedia definition. You can look it up.
I looked at my husband and said, “I don’t care what it costs. PLEASE get me a private room.” I think Rick thought three things at that moment…
1. That horn is LOUD.
2. Postpartum women are always right.
3. If I have any chance of convincing my non-Jewish wife to send our kids to Jewish camp some day, then I need to act fast.
He got me the room.
I guess that Orthodox woman didn’t mind the 6,000 relatives or the shofar blowing in her face because she was in the hospital having her 5th kid. Rick and I really laughed over that one.
“5 kids?! Who would ever be dumb enough to do that?” we said.
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This week on Lifetime Moms, I’m writing about Giuliana Rancic and her decision to put her husband before their baby. Check it out here.