So tonight is the first night of Hanukkah (otherwise known as Chanukah). It’s the Festival of Lights, where we light candles for eight nights.
My husband is usually the one in the house that leads the candle-lighting and saying the blessings. He was out tonight so when my little one asked if we could do the candles, I was feeling like a lazy mama and tried to tell her that we could do it another night. We don’t always have to celebrate holidays on the exact night of the holiday do we? Well, little M had a different idea and she insisted that we light the candles tonight.
I couldn’t find the blessings but I had bought candles so we got out the menorah. It took a whole two minutes it takes to light the candles and say the blessings. But those two minutes were sweet. A connection during such a simple thing. A tradition that must continue.
I asked M why she insisted that we do it tonight instead of wait and she said that she really wanted us to do the candles on the first night of Hanukkah because that’s what we’re supposed to do. My little rule-follower.
Lazy Mama turned into Proud Mama.