Saturday, September 19, 2009
And So That's Why I'm the Teacher. I think. Maybe.
Happy Jewish New Year everyone! Shana Tova & Happy Rosh Hashanah!
I already had two kids before I knew that a Jewish new year existed, much less spawned greeting cards. The-Guy-Who-Knows-A-Song-About-A-Chicken at least knew the Jewish New Year/Rosh Hashanah in childhood.
But then I sent two kids through Jewish preschool and I teach Jewish preschool, so I think we're sort of neck and neck when it comes to Jewish ignorance.
I'd explain why I've been absent from Blogsburg this week, but then I'd have to complain about work in public, which might be against my religion. I think. But as I stated above, I wouldn't really know. And so that means I only do stuff that's against my religion sometimes. Or maybe that means I do it often, but discreetly.
Or maybe I mostly do that kind of stuff unknowingly. And then my gal has to tell me. Like Thursday when we had this conversation about shacking up with The-Guy-Who-Knows-A-Song-About-A-Chicken:
Her - "That's against Jewish law, y'know."
Me - "Really? How do you know? Did you find that out in Sunday school?
Her - "In school, in Understanding Judaism class"
Oh. Well. Crap. I was hoping that was mostly a Christian sin.
In any case, I haven't had a whole heck of a lot of free time this week AND Older Gal's been asking me to blog some stories about when the younger kids were even younger than they are now. And since today is a Jewish holiday, I'll start with a Jewish one.
This I know for certain about Judaism - Saturday is Shabbat, the sabbath, what Sunday is to Christians. So one Saturday night I hear my boy crying in his bed. He's maybe four at the time, maybe three. I wake him just enough to stop the crying and he goes back to sleep.
The next morning I ask him, "Why were you crying in the night last night, do you remember?" He answered sleepily, "I think I was a little bit sad because Shabbat is over."
My boy's teachers had apparently been hard at work making certain his Jewish education was on par for a three or four year old. I can only hope I'm indoctrinating my own charges half as effectively. Because I'm the teacher, after all. Crap. Maybe I better go study.