|See? Told you. Pork & shrimp. And Pizza.|
- No, I'm not converting. Yes, that's ok with Ethan's family.
- No, we do not keep kosher. We have a freezer full of pork and shrimp and we LOVE IT.
- Yes, we do belong to a temple, but that does not mean we're really religious.
- Yes, we celebrate both Christmas and Hanukkah, yes it is a big pain in the ass.
- Yes, my kids are "real Jews" I don't care what the guy you knew in college says.
- Yes, my husband's nose is huge.
My husband is an atheist but he feels strong cultural ties with his Jewish heritage. Currently I'd say I'm some crazy mixed up Jew-ish agnostic Irish Catholic blob of self-doubt. Let me expand on that a little. My parents were raised Catholic. Nuns, confession, confirmation, the works. I was baptized Catholic. Then we hopped around to a few churches, and I ended up taking first communion at a Lutheran Church. Then basically quit Church all together and worked at the hardware store on Sundays. I never felt really firmly rooted in anything religious and I was a budding liberal with a faith in science. I had a Darwin fish on my car and religious tracts were slipped into my coat pocket by a friend's dad. And then I married an atheist Jew. I might be going straight to hell. I'd be more worried if I were sure it existed.
|We were featured in an article about inter-faith families|
Being Jewish (or Jew-ish) means raising our kids with a sense of community and an understanding of their ancestry. It means celebrating life, love, and family twice as often because we totally get double holidays. It means having a keener eye for where people in the religious minority are being left out. It means one day singing hava nagila at my daughters' weddings. But most often it means rolling my eyes and going with it when my husband insists we have to shop at Costco because it would be against his cultural heritage to pay a higher unit price for frozen pizza.