An Easter memory…
Eight years ago. Easter morning.
My Jewish children are scampering around the house, searching for Easter eggs.
Clara, a seven-year-old at the time, says:
“I think Easter is about thinking sweet thoughts. That’s why we get candy. To make us think of sweet things.”
A few minutes later, Clara tells 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.”
I find myself wishing everyone thought a little bit more like Clara.
A little less tribal. Actually, a lot less tribal.
A little more open-minded.
A little less judgmental.
More inclusive.
A little more willing to embrace difference.
At the age of seven, I think she already had this religion thing figured out perfectly.
Eight years later, she’s still thinking the same.
Also still hunting Easter eggs.
Huzzah.
