NOTE: This post is going to get a little more personal than I normally get, so feel free to skip if you choose to. I know that some of my readers are primarily about the cultural stuff I write about, or maybe the parenting tips, or who knows, even the sponsored stuff I occasionally do. But this is for the ones who might be interested in the personal.
This one is about my relationship with my religion.
On one hand I feel very Jewish- my identity is very much as a Jew, at least culturally. I had a Bar Mitzvah, I went to Israel, I can read Hebrew (although my understanding is limited) I went to Hebrew High School (The Harry Elkin Midrasha), and even taught there for two years. I know the blessings by heart, or mostly, I have Passover Seders in my house, we occasionally have Shabbat, and I can "Oy vey" and "Nu, so..." with the best of them. I married a Jewish woman, and we stepped on the glass. I cry at Fiddler on the Roof. I'm also a big fan of Bagels and Lox, brisket, and knishes. Kashe not so much. And guilt? Do I know about guilt! Well, that's part of the reason for this blog post.
I want my son to know Judaism. I want him to have a Bar Mitzvah, and know the blessings over wine, and bread, and matzah. I want him to know what a lulav and an etrog are, to know the sounds of the Shofar being blown, I want that to be part of his identity, for him to feel connected to this group of people who have struggled over great adversity and managed to survive for thousands of years. He is part of that struggle, as I am, and as my parents were before me, and their parents before them.
On the other hand, I am not a practicing Jew. I don't fast on Yom Kippur, don't eat matzah at Passover, don't regularly stop working on Shabbat, or even light the candles. I eat pork and shellfish with abandon. I'm not a member of a synagogue, I don't go to synagogue with any kind of regularity (and when I do go, I kind of resent it) I have a great doubt that any of those things will help me in an afterlife I don't think I believe in and haven't gotten much spiritual comfort from.
I don't think I'd go so far as to say I'm an atheist, I believe there is some Creator, but not one that I have a "personal relationship" with or cares whether or not I work on Shabbat, or eat cheeseburgers. And while I feel a part of the grander scheme of Judaism, I have never felt a part of an individual community of Judaism. Maybe for about 10 minutes, but certainly not on a sustained level.
When my parents were alive, I went to synagogue, and fasted at Yom Kippur, and didn't eat bread during Passover, and all those other things. I didn't keep kosher, but neither did my parents. But I kind of felt that I was doing it for my mom, and not for me, and when she passed away, I decided to stop. Since then, I have become increasingly more ornery about practicing Judaism.
When my wife and I lived in NY, we were part of a synagogue, but I never felt very close to that community. Perhaps because it was my wife's community, perhaps because soon after I started going there was a great deal of flux due to the spiritual leader leaving, perhaps because my wife got involved in the behind-the-scenes of synagogue politics, and I saw the worst of it.
In the Passover Haggadah there is a parable about the four sons, the wise, the wicked, the simple, and the one who doesn't know enough to ask. Each has a question about what is going on, and you are supposed to answer each differently.
When I was younger, I always cast myself as the wise son, the one who includes himself, and asks the question "What did God command us to do?" but now I'm pretty sure I'm the wicked son, the one who holds himself apart from the group, and asks the question, "What did God command YOU to do?"
(a kind of funny film demonstrates this parable below)
So I'm in a quandary-- I feel like I'm Jewish, but don't really believe in (or do) all of the stuff that makes one Jewish. And I want my son to be Jewish, or at least know about Judaism. But I'm setting him a bad example, at least as a Jew.
I'm sure I'm not alone.
I feel like I have two choices--
1) fake it 'til I make it. Set a better example as a Jew, even though I am not getting much out of it. That might mean more synagogue time for me, more fasting, more "Religion for the sake of religion" instead of for the sake of me.
2) Don't fake it. Explain as best I can why I want him to be involved and knowledgeable, and when the inevitable charges of hypocrisy come, parry them by letting him know that when he's18, he can make his own decisions.
Is there a third option? Or a fourth option? For those of you who are religious doubters, what are you doing to help give your child/children a basis in religion?