My Role
"...al mitzvas Tzitzis," Mimi intoned as she lifted the hems of her skirt to her lips with a kiss, "Now the girl's bracha!" "What's the girl's bracha?" "Hareini mekabel..." Hmm, she might be right after all. I've spent so much of my mental energies lately analyzing my role as wife, mom of three, housekeeper and such. Maybe it all comes down to this one bracha: accepting the responsibility of loving my family like myself, even when that entails washing their clothes, wiping spills and picking up after them. Thanks, Mim.