Sunday, November 23, 2014 Kislev 1, 5775

When I hear my boys speaking Hebrew or doing their assignments without being asked, it's like the sun is rising inside me. But I'm hiding my excitement just in case that might drive them away from continuing to enjoy the language that I had to force them to learn in the first place.

As I watched my sons collect loads of sweets from what amounted to an elaborate Halloween block party, I couldn't help but wonder if something was lost in mustering up the courage to ring a stranger's doorbell to hustle for candy.

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Lately, our oldest son has been doing everything in his power to sabotage what is left of our rapidly shrinking evening grownup time by coming downstairs to interrupt our catch-up talks and R-rated television. 

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Punishments rarely prevent a repeat performance of my youngest son's bad behaviors and I'm starting to wonder if this is a failure of mine or a problem with him.

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Musings of a Modern Balabusta

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