Chosen Family Friends

I pulled up to number 62, parked the car, unbuckled my 1-year old son from his car seat and walked across the front yard. I noticed a blonde woman with curly hair, a large green turtle swimming pool and a toddler as I approached. “Is this where the Newcomers playgroup is”? “Yes, she replied.” I sat down with my son and we began to play.

Fast-forward 30 years. Today, the blonde curly haired woman, whose name I learned was Donna, and I, are both expecting our first grandchild any minute, any hour – “B’sha’ah tova” as I wrote about last week. For those wondering, “No, my one year old son didn’t marry her one year old daughter, although they have remained the best of friends. We are not expecting the same grandchild.

Since that day our families have become what we call “chosen family friends” – those friends you make at an important time in your life and who are there for you through each and every milestone of life, small and large. A year later, when my water broke in the middle of the night with my second child, Donna was at my house in her pajamas 10 minutes after I called. When Donna was at the hospital having her 2nd child, Erica, the one year old, stayed with me. My third child was born on Donna’s birthday, so I had to miss her birthday party. Donna coordinated the pastries for the Oneg the night before my children’s B’nai Mitzvot and I did the same for her. I officiated at Erica’s wedding. Donna set up meals of condolence when my parents passed away. The list continues. We have simply been there, sharing together with our families so many of life’s important and meaningful moments. Early on the only ground rule in our relationship was that we each knew that our primary loyalty was to our children and although we shared lots of our own hopes, dreams and questions, about being parents and about life, we would never divulge their confidences to us.

And so several months ago we found ourselves in the midst of a strange conversation where we learned that we had each been keeping a very large secret from one another and that, in fact, we were both on track to become grandmothers the same week, this week.

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As I sit here waiting and reflecting, I find myself thinking of my wishes for my son, my daughter-in-law and my yet to be born grandchild. One of my wishes is that they find a “Donna and family” – someone who can share the good times and the challenges, who can celebrate and who can mourn together, because much as it pains me to think about, no matter how things play out, there will be times of celebration and times of mourning in their lives.

Donna and I didn’t meet through our Jewish community, although had we both been involved in a Jewish community at that stage, we might have. In those days most congregations didn’t reach out to young families the way many do these days. Since then, more communities have come to understand what a crucial, developmental time it is when babies are young and families are in formation as families.

What I wish, for all young families, is that religious communities near them are able to embrace them, to welcome them, to provide ways for them to connect to one another, to help them meet their “Donna’s”.   Synagogues and other organizations can’t wait for these families to approach them; they can’t and shouldn’t expect these families on their own initiative to “join” the communities. Some will, but many have too many other obligations and pressures to be seekers and joiners at this point. They need help, they need resources and they need connections.   I urge all communities to imagine a world where they reach out, where they create connections and opportunities for connections, where they welcome everyone, of all backgrounds and abilities, those with screaming and those with laughing children, so that all young families can find those friends who will help them celebrate their milestones and share their challenges together.

 

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One Response to Chosen Family Friends

  1. Another great post. What a wonderful friendship you have had! I agree that synagogues need to reach out & help young parents. Perhaps by helping people set up play groups!

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