A boy comes home from Hebrew School and asks his mother to help him with his Hebrew homework. She stares blankly at the page of strange letters and suddenly bursts into tears. “I’m sorry I don’t know Hebrew,” she says.
“Don’t worry Mom,” the young boy replies, “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I can call my friends for help with my homework. Their parents were raised in observant homes. They know Hebrew; they know the Torah.”
“No, my son,” she says. “These are not tears of sadness. They are tears of joy, because I know that one day you will be able to teach your children. I embraced Yiddishkeit late, but you will have the tools to give your childr… Read More »