Like the paradigmatic blessing for rain, the Shabbat practice of blessing children offers the gift of love in exchange for nothing.
In the spring, on Passover and on Opening Day, everything feels possible.
We are “cooperative breeders,” since we do not raise our children by ourselves, but rely heavily on a range of others to help us.
While modern parents may bring complaints about infant crying to pediatricians, ancient parents turned to experts in magical arts.
One way to see the WEIRDness of Westerners is through their parenting practices.
Thousands of years of human evolution has trained our kids to know whatever happens, it shall pass. But sometimes, as a parent, I’m the one who truly needs that reminder.
We are gaining more and more knowledge about the intricacies of genetic information. But if knowledge is power, how should we use this power? How much does it help us and how much might it harm us?
How do we cultivate a sense of spirituality in children? And are there additional benefits that can accrue by giving our children spiritual language?
While I have had the title “rabbi” for a few years, I have had the title “daddy” for just under a month. Naturally, this new relationship is causing me to think of all sorts of questions.