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I think the most impressive thing about Code Pink is how they manage to keep their whites and colored loads separate to avoid staining their keffiyehs pink.
I think the most impressive thing about Code Pink is how they manage to keep their whites and colored loads separate to avoid staining their keffiyehs pink.
I was driving with my kids in the car, and Spotify was on shuffle when a song came on by the late, great Jewish singer Michoel Schnitzler, who was famous for his Jewish songs, lyrics, and stories.
The song tells the story of a little boy named Moshe during the Holocaust. His mother takes him to a port and tells him to board a ship leaving for Israel so he can be rescued.
โBut who will be my mother?โ the little boy asks.
His mother answers, โDonโt worry. A new mother will be waiting for you there. Mother Rachel.โ
My little boy was listening, and he couldnโt get the story out of his head. He kept asking me what it was about, what it meant, and why it happened.
So I explained to him that in a very, very faraway place, a long, long time ago, some very bad people took away many fathers, mothers, and children and brought them to places where they hurt them terribly. But I reassured him that those bad people couldnโt hurt us anymore because the Americans had defeated them, and that God would make sure something like that never, ever happened again.
He had about 25 follow-up questions, and I sat there answering every single one.
And I have to tell you, I had chills. I felt incredibly emotional.
Because my entire life, I had always been on the receiving end of these stories. I grew up hearing them from my grandparents, people who had actually been there, who had lived through the horrors of the Holocaust and survived to tell us about them.
And now, for the very first time in my life, I was the one telling the story.
I wasnโt there. I didnโt witness the war. I didnโt experience what my grandparents experienced. But suddenly, I found myself looking into the eyes of my own young, innocent child, trying to explain to him how something so horrific could have happened, while at the same time reassuring him that he was safe and that nothing like that would ever happen to him.
And as a parent, you realize just how much weight those words carry. Youโre looking at a child who trusts you completely, who believes every word you say, and youโre promising him a future free of horrors that your own grandparents could never have imagined escaping.
You want to give him that absolute reassurance. You want to believe it with every fiber of your being. And you know that, as his father, you have to do everything in your power to make that reassurance a reality.
Itโs a feeling I had never experienced before.
For the first time, I understood what it feels like to be the one passing these stories on to the next generation, rather than the little boy listening to them.
Welcome to the Jewish month of Kislev.
Two important dates to remember:
25th Kislev: Chanukah.
17th Kislev: My Hebrew birthday ๐
Have a great month!