As a public school child in the 70’s, my Valentine’s Day often ended in tears. I remember digging into my optimistically large brown paper bag in first grade to find only three envelopes, even though my mother had insisted I fill out mass-produced cards for every child in my class. “No one likes me!” I […]
I know the Omer is supposed to be a time of mourning, but around here, it’s a time for jelly beans.
I may not have made counting the Omer any more meaningful (I have been counting for much of my 42 years, and I still can never remember from year to year what “omer” really is) but at least it’s fun. And since we are a house that sees very little candy, it’s quite exciting. How often do most parents hear their children begging to count the Omer?