Last year I lit the candles before dinner, and she would sit at the table, look over to the menorah, and sign out “ohhhhh”. She thought it was pretty. This year, at 2.5, she selects the candles each night. And while I have tried to get her to help me light the candles, she gets a little frightened when the time comes, maybe because I am trying to tell her to hold the shamos candle at the bottom, not the top. But she is fascinated watching the flames, and watching the candles melt. The first night we waited till all the candles were out to go up to bed, but last night she needed a bath. And one of the first things she said after we came downstairs this morning was “the candles melted, they’re all gone”. This is the first year I’ve done presents each night, and she is only marginally connecting the dots. But hearing her little toddler voice singing “dreidel dreidel dreidel” as we made our way through the supermarket last weekend was a hoot!
So here is to building new traditions, with our little people (and our not so little anymore people). Because this is a holiday about miracles, and every single one of our children, however they came into our lives, qualifies as a miracle.