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Living Jewishly: Values Everyday

pic: LIVING JEWISHLY
Naming values and mitzvot. And doing them.

Here’s our recycling bin. Crayon leaf rubbing and team effort on D’Nealian English and block Hebrew.

My friend had a brain aneurysm yesterday. Out of nowhere. Her boy called a friend—one of those Go-To Friends who is always There in a blink (the same friend I called when my water broke last year…she rushed over to take my daughter overnight)—and they called 911. She had surgery, and it looks like she’ll be okay if she can make it through the next 3 weeks.

This was not a brush with death, it was more like a shove up right against it. I feel helpless here at home, drinking my milky hot tea, sitting at my Mac in my pjs. I also feel extremely lucky. And grateful.

My sick friend and my Go-To friend are the kind of women who help out in a crisis. They help out fast, and they help out for the long haul: they stick around anticipating the next need. They are beautiful illustrations of qualities that, for this entry, I’m labeling Jewish. Good qualities are not a Jewish monopoly—heavens, no—but this is a Jewish Parenting blog, and part of my job is to point out that good qualities can be called by their Jewish names. Using the Jewish labels with kids makes an impression, and once you start labeling, occasions to use the terminology seem to pop up more and more often. It brings Jewishness into daily life….Jewish Everyday.

Here are a few at work right this minute:

Hesed = Loving-kindness
Gemilut Hasidim = Righteous Deeds (going out of our way to help others)
Bikur Holim = Visiting the sick

and one not as well known:
Sayver Panim Yafot = Cheerfulness (always a plus when visiting a hospital)

Using the Hebrew for values (middot) and commandments (mitzvot) may not be a daily thing with you. If so, just pick one and start using it when appropriate. If your child gives the dog food or water, this is Tza’ar Ba’alay Hayim (kindness to animals). If your child recycles a bottle found on the sidewalk, this is Bal Tashheet (do not destroy needlessly). If your child does something to avoid or shorten a fight with a sibling, this is Shalom Bayit (peace in the home).

Here’s a link to a handy dandy list of “Jewish Values for Growing Outstanding Jewish Children.” http://www.caje.org/earlychildhood/publication/ecpub-chart.jpg
It lists the Mitzvah, Transliteration, Hebrew Term, and When You Can Refer to It. It’s worth printing out and taping up on the inside of a kitchen cupboard. That’s where mine’s been for the last five years. The list is compiled by a superstar Jewish educator, Maxine Segal Handelman, who has a book entitled Jewish Every Day, but is not connected with this website. (My site is Jewish Everyday: the latter term being a one-word adverb, and I should only be so lucky to know Maxine Handelman personally).

Call a mitzvah a mitzvah and it changes the world. At least, the world of your kid. To know that being Jewish is something Everyday…..feeding the dog, picking up trash, not chucking your brother down the stairs….makes a difference.

After this cup of tea, I’ll start putting some Hesed, Gemilut Hasidim, and Bikur Holim into action.

P.S. The underline beneath an “h” indicates the impossible to notate gutteral “ch” sound, as in Hallah bread. In Hebrew, it’s the letter het.

a Baltimore Balabusta


Shabbat went out unheralded, as I was too distracted by the effort of remaining sane to bother with Havdalah. My husband is in Baltimore for a bar mitzvah. Given the recent Economic Downturn, only one of us could go. The report is that I missed a sweet, warm, musical service in a thriving shul (with lots of Professional Staff–what a concept), and that the mother of the bar mitzvah is most emphatically a Baltimore Balabusta. Get this: the lovely artwork for the invitations, reply cards, envelopes, place cards, chocolate wrappers, and laminated take-home gifts was all original. As in, by her. And get this, the laminated take-home gifts were bookmarks, upon the back of which were poems picked precisely for the person at that seat. Thus, my husband got Rilke, and my mother-in-law got Marge Piercy. Presumably, the other 248 people got individually-selected verses on the backs of their bookmarks, too. I am stunned. I don’t even know 250 poems. I don’t even know 250 people. How I wish I could have been there to revel in each instance of her staggering attention to detail. Alas, my husband’s particular genius doesn’t extend to the noticing of visual details, unless they happen to be related to rocks or Renaissance drawings. I am left to only imagine the exquisite touches she surely lent to every stage of the proceedings.

This is a friend who shlepped all the way to Nashville for our own baby-naming ceremony last year and our own bat mitzvah this year, bearing gifts and cheer and inexhaustible assistance with the sort of detail no one else can even see, much less create. When I needed help decorating the bat mitzvah party place, she knew without asking how the candles should sit just so, how the chairs should be staggered, how the tables should be placed for optimum shmoozing and dancing. We were made for each other, as our obsessiveness over such things knows no bounds.

I, however, tend to let party-planning overshadow the reason for the party itself, and in a nanosecond I will plan myself into an absolute frenzy. What makes it worse is that I do it all on a tight budget, meaning creativity and ingenuity must make up for cash flow. Using stuff I already have or can get for free sounds great, but I can make myself sick, literally, by my single-minded zeal. Better to aim far lower and be happy at my own party. I’m working on it.

Oy, have I got stories to tell about throwing a bat mitzvah weekend. I wish there was a What You Really Need to Know About Throwing a Bat Mitzvah Weekend But No One Will Ever Tell You website, and I’d upload a thing or two.
Next time.