Archives for April 2010

Yom Hashoah- We Remember the Holocaust

April 12, 2010 by Jack Steiner Leave a Comment

Today is Yom Hashoah, Holocaust remembrance day. A day to remember those we lost and renew our promise to work each day to see that events like this never repeat. Never again is not just for Jews but for all people.

You’ll forgive for being a cynic, but I am not real optimistic that we’ll never witness tragedies like this again. Still, better to try to do what we can to prevent them from occurring than to simply give up.

Past thoughts regarding the day:

Yom HaShoah- Holocaust Memorial Day
Yom Hashoah Music and More
Yom Hashoah 2007- Three Days In Israel
Yom Hashoah post from 2006
Yom Hashoah

I Want To Be Just Like You Dad

April 12, 2010 by Jack Steiner Leave a Comment

I was blindsided by the innocence and charm of a boy. A smaller version of myself who is so very much like me and yet so very much his own person turned my world upside down. Come this December it will be ten years since that kid arrived and my education began.

He doesn’t understand how much I love him. He doesn’t know how his entrance into my life enriched and complicated it beyond belief. He doesn’t know how it taught me to appreciate my father in a way that I never could before. He doesn’t know how many hours I have spent thinking about him and his sister. The moments in which I have agonized over decisions because I was concerned about how they might impact them.

Simple decisions that never required more than a moment of thought have become more complicated than ever before. I say it without regret, but not without admitting that I occasionally wonder about them.

Some weeks ago I listened to some new parents say that having children has had little impact upon their lives and wondered what planet they live on. I can’t help but wonder what kind of parents they are. I ask myself how can this be, how can you say that nothing has changed. It seems next to impossible to me to say such a thing.

Perhaps they didn’t mean for it to come out as it did or I misinterpreted it in some way, I don’t know. I just know that I was dumbfounded by it.

I sit here in front of the computer and think about how early this morning my son told me he wants to be just like me and I am filled with fear and pride. Of course I love hearing that, but I want him to be better than that. I don’t want him to take on any of my bad habits or poor traits. I don’t want him to do some of the really stupid things I did.

I cringe when I think about the endless list of boneheaded moves. The times we jumped off of the roof or climbed out of the second story windows. The moments where we drove with reckless abandon or the fist fights we had both inside school and out.

We have some great stories and there is no doubt that the majority of kids grow into adulthood without suffering from some catastrophic event or injury, but they do happen. The stories don’t exist solely to scare kids. The exist because it happened to someone. I know parents who have lost children. I know parents who had kids who fell out of trees and found themselves confined to wheelchairs.

So I worry and wonder how to best help my kids live their lives. Sometimes I watch them sleep and remember how it used to be to go to bed careless and free. I still manage to find those moments but they tend to be few and far between.

I don’t want these children of mine to live in a bubble. I want them to experience life. They need to see the ups and downs. They need to shine in the success of their efforts and to feel the pain of defeat. Without those experiences they can’t really appreciate all that life has to offer.

But sometimes I wonder…