Even the Shiksa Gets It

I had one of those driveway moments with my spouse where it was a good thing there were no kids in the car and the windows were rolled up. I find out on Rosh Hashanah eve that hubby is working the next day so that we can't go to services as a family. This is the same man who said it was very important the kids be raised Jewish. I agreed and have made every effort to attend services, make Shabbat, host holiday dinners and learn how to make a kick-ass challah. I even attended conversion classes with the intent of converting. Unfortunately, my intent could not match the extreme devotion of a convert and instead accepted the role of an enthusiastic participant.

I took the day off from work to share this important holiday with my family. The card-carrying Jew is working. I understood the importance of Rosh Hashanah and was angry that he decided to show such disregard for the promise we made as parents with regard to the religion. And all he had to say was, "I'm sorry; I made a mistake." When my anger passed, I realized this is the time of year for atonement and forgiveness. What more can I say?