On a recent family trip, we all hiked up a mountain together. It was fairly easy for the first part. But, as we neared the peak, we needed to shift to climbing vertically and using ladders to get to the next level. I asked my three-year-old if he wanted to continue or to head back down. “Tatty,” he said, “I’m going to the top. Are you coming?”
He did make it to the top. With more energy than I had, I must admit. I may be stronger, but I was no match for his youthful energy.
As we celebrate Purim, I’m reminded of this distinction between young and old. A lot of us consider Purim to be a child-oriented festival. Dressing in costume and exchanging food. Eating treats and swinging our Graggers. It all… Read More »