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Cried my way through Rosh Hashana services today. Glad that the kids opted to sit up front with other kids, and not with us. The Rabbi does a nice Children's Service...he talked about how the older kids ("teenagers" Naomi wondered) come and ask what Judaism tells them to believe about G-d and how the answer is "nothing" and then went on to talk about the thirteen attributes (schlichot) and about living a godly life. It was very accessible, very humanistic, and quite nice. The sermon was based on the book "The Secret Shofar of Barcelona" which the kids also enjoyed (I think it may be a PJ Library selection for us next year, I forget which group it's in.)

Naomi shocked me with how grown up she looked when she got dressed today. She is still a kid, she's only 7, but I can see a teenager, and eventually an adult underneath and it makes me catch my breath.

All I really want to do is stay in bed under the covers. Not an option though, so I keep going with what I need to do, though sometimes its the minimum, it gets done. I've been bingewatching Girl Meets World on Netflix when I can. Maybe one day I'll feel like getting up.