After her son asked to go to temple, one mother wonders what he gets out of it – spirituality? Familiarity? Either way, it makes her happy.
Melanie Stetson Freeman
My husband was working late, so my son and I had a thrown-together dinner of leftover pasta, yogurt and carrots. I added one touch, store-bought Challah, to give our table a semblance of Shabbat.
The sight of the braided bread was enough to spark my 4-year-old son’s interest.
“Is the temple open?” Simon said.
“Yes, they’re having a service tonight,” I said, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was 6 p.m. The service on the schedule was at 6:15 p.m.
“Is it a grown-up service?” Simon asked.
“It’s for everybody, but not a Tot Shabbat,” I said.
“Can we go? I want to go to temple,” he said.
Part of me wanted to immediately shake my head no. I was tired. I had just gotten a magazine assignment with a tight deadline. In a few days, I was about to start teaching again part-time at local university. I was not really in a Shabbat service kind of mood. I had barely had the time to buy a challah. A year ago, I sometimes made my own challah.
Braided challah ready for baking