Easter morning. My Jewish children scamper around the house, searching for Easter eggs.
Clara, my seven-year-old, says:
“I think Easter is about thinking sweet thoughts. Soft things. That’s why we get candy. To make us think of sweet things.”
Clara has also told me that she plans to marry someone who isn’t Jewish so she can “celebrate lots of holidays and learn about lots of different stuff and know lots of different people.”
If only everyone thought a little bit more like Clara.
A little less tribal. Actually, a lot less tribal.
A little more openminded.
A little more willing to embrace difference.
I think she might have this religion thing figured out perfectly.
