I came home from synagogue in a surly mood this afternoon. It goes beyond Isabelle not participating in the Mini Congregation service (which I blogged about earlier this month). I’m tired because my husband has been in Chicago since Thursday morning. It partially has to do with being tired. I’m
tired exhausted from spending hours at the computer revising a manuscript. But what I’m really tired of is Isabelle’s demeanor towards people at synagogue. We’re in one of those vicious cycles of her refusing to be pleasant towards people who directly address her. But instead of writing a surly slice of life about my daughter’s behavior, I decided to find my happy thanks to a blog post I just read over at Kim Koehler’s blog, Live, Love, Teach.
When I make it to main service by Ein Keloheinu, even if my child wiggles in the seat next to me, I’ve found my happy.
When I find food I can eat during the Kiddush, like noodles marked “gluten free,” I’ve found my happy.
When I catch up with friends as my daughter runs around the synagogue, also known as “getting exercise,” I’ve found my happy.
When I think of how Isabelle made it through Passover last year, without consuming any chametz, I’ve found my happy.
When Isabelle tells me we cover our eyes for the Sh’ma, which she’s learned in Mini Congregation, I’ve found my happy.
When I overhear Isabelle sing the songs she refuses to sing at synagogue, in the quiet of her room, I’ve found my happy.
When my child takes an afternoon nap, after DAYS of not napping, so I can have some peace and quiet, I’ve found my happy.
Thanks for the inspiration, Kim. I’m not surly anymore. By turning around the morning’s evenings and thinking about the positive, you helped me find my happy.