The Monster’s started his third year of ‘real’ Hebrew school this week.
When I was… well, when i was closer to R’s age than the Monster’s, I started Hebrew school – first once a week, and then thrice a week as I got to third grade. The goal was to make sure that I arrived at my Bar Mitzvah armed with basic knowledge of ritual, Jewish history, and Hebrew, and was able to function in a synagogue as I got older.
And that’s where the questions about the Monster and Hebrew school really intersect. Continue reading
So we ran into a quandary earlier this year.
The Monster’s now eight years old… which means that we’re five years out from his Bar Mitzvah (in theory) and two years out from picking a date for said event. And yet, I’ve not the slightest idea of what we’re going to do about when we get to thirteen. Continue reading
Both the wife and I have college degrees. Our parents, too, have college degrees. It was, before the Monster was born, a foregone conclusion to us that our kids too would go to college.
And then we found out that the Monster has autism. Continue reading