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Can I Have a Cell Phone for Hanukkah?: The Essential Scoop on Raising Modern Jewish Kids

Can I Have a Cell Phone for Hanukkah?: The Essential Scoop on Raising Modern Jewish Kids

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by Sharon Duke Estroff

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How do you help your child choose between mandatory baseball practice and Hebrew school? How can you plan a birthday party (not to mention bar or bat mitzvah party!) for your child without sacrificing your values, sanity, and pocketbook? How can you keep peace on the homework homefront? And how do you deal with Santa envy–let alone the entire month of December?


How do you help your child choose between mandatory baseball practice and Hebrew school? How can you plan a birthday party (not to mention bar or bat mitzvah party!) for your child without sacrificing your values, sanity, and pocketbook? How can you keep peace on the homework homefront? And how do you deal with Santa envy–let alone the entire month of December?

As any modern Jewish parent knows, balancing family traditions and the realities of contemporary culture can be incredibly challenging.

Answering questions both old and new, Jewish and secular, internationally syndicated parenting columnist and award-winning Jewish educator and mother of four, Sharon Duke Estroff illuminates the ways that Jewish tradition can be used to form a lasting, emotional safety net for modern families. Can I Have a Cell Phone for Hanukkah? is an instant classic.

“A warm book full of tangible advice that will fashion children into committed Jews and menschen; in short, into people who will be a blessing in their own lives and in the lives of all those whom they meet.”
–Rabbi Joseph Telushkin, author of You Shall Be Holy and The Book of Jewish Values

 “Brimming with humor and strategy, love, and secret parent handshakes.”
–Melissa Faye Greene, author of The Temple Bombing, Praying for Sheetrock, and There's No Me Without You
“Sharon Duke Estroff has the uncanny ability to give solid, useful, and practical information on how to raise children while making you laugh out loud at the same time.”
–Stephen Nowicki Jr., Ph.D., ABPP, coauthor of Helping the Child Who Doesn't Fit In and Teaching Your Child the Language of Social Success

“I'm not Jewish, but I love this book. I laughed through it all while still appreciating the serious lessons it teaches. Every mom (and dad) with kids will find themselves nodding and smiling to themselves as they discover each other on every page.”
–Bonnie R. Strickland, Ph.D., ABPP, former president of the American Psychological Association

“This book belongs in the library of every parent and grandparent.”
Atlanta Jewish Times

"Can I Have a Cell Phone for Hanukkah is a valuable must-buy for all Jewish parents, and not just for Hanukkah. Not only does Estroff give practical child rearing advice but her joyful approach to Judaism is a healthy antidote to religious skeptics."
-Hadassah Magazine

"Estroff’s witty, sympathetic tone and her attention to ethical matters make her a refreshing authority.”
- Jewish Living Magazine

"Sharon Duke Estroff’s Can I have a Cell Phone for Hanukah? is a wise, witty, and insightful guide for parents — both Jews and non-Jews — who are faced with navigating their way through the shoals of contemporary American life."
- Deborah Lipstadt PhD, History on Trial: My Day in Court with David Irving

"One of the best parenting books I've read this year."
-Five Minutes for Mom Blog

"Sharon Duke Estroff has come to the rescue of parents raising children in today's 'overachieving, anxiety- filled culture,' with her concise, insightful and often hilarious guide Can I have a Cell Phone for Hanukkah? The Essential Scoop on Raising Modern Jewish Kids."
-Jewish Independent

"From play dates, homework and extracurricular activities, to bar/bat mitzvah,tzedakah and Jewish holidays, with humor and insight Estroff offers suggestions for coping with the day-today challenges of Jewish parenting...an easy read packed with a lot of good,practical advice."
-Chicago Jewish Star

"With Can I Have a Cell Phone for Hanukkah? a mother will have help navigating her way through the child rearing years and beyond. With humor and in a contemporary modern mind, the book offers wonderfully creative ways to take your children from one subject to another."
-Shalom Newspaper

"Insightful and humorous, Can I Have a Cell Phone for Hanukkah? covers many of the parenting issues us mommy bloggers banter about every day, such as choosing a kindergarten to teaching your children the value of a dollar. Estroff writes in a fun and catchy rhythm that makes her down-to-earth advice a joy to read, including text peppered with Jewish references that add flavor and voice."
-Mommy Blog Spot

"Peppered with humor, Estroff's book addresses dilemmas that begin as early as the preschool years and evolve throughout elementary school, junior high school and high school. She discusses academic competitiveness, cutthroat soccer games and surviving homework. She guides parents who struggle with the idea that they must provide the most entertaining play dates, most exciting birthday parties and the most lavish b'nai mitzvah receptions."
-Jewish News of Greater Phoenix

"Any parent feeling overwhelmed will find Can I Have a Cell Phone for Hanukkah? filled with interesting, easy-to-read advice. Estroff has a sense of humor, noting when she’s made parenting mistakes and discussing the lessons she learned the hard way. Parenting in the 21st century may not be easy, but Estroff helps make the task a little less difficult."
-The Reporter

"Sharon has filled 'Can I have a Cell Phone' with lots of practical advice for Jewish parents, including how to deal with Santa-envy, how to survive the homework struggle, how to plan a birthday party without breaking your budget and how to help shy kids make friends. Also, there are chapters on grade-school play date protocol and parenting in the Net generation."
-Jewish Literary Review

"Ms. Estroff, mother of four, Jewish educational consultant, and author of a nationally syndicated parenting advice column, writes with wit, candor, and authority. She brings issues and wisdom from her personal parenting experiences, those of the families at her day school, and those from her readers together in gentle, measured, moderate, and reasonable, contemporary guide to raising children."
-Juggling Frogs Jewish Parenting Blog

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The Mommy 500

When I was pregnant with my oldest child, Brandon, I traded in my red Mustang convertible for a beige Grand Caravan. Little did I know that this supersized vehicle would become my stock car for the Mommy 500—an eighteen–year race whose finish line is designated by acceptance letters to prestigious universities.

The first time I revved my engines in this marathon was two weeks into my maternal career, when I received a letter from an enterprise that I’ll call Gymbananas. “It’s never too early to begin thinking about college,” read the primary–colored flyer, which went on to list course offerings for infants ages six weeks and up. Yes, Gymbananas had a special message for me—a sleep–deprived, hormonally challenged new mother—and it was that if I denied my baby adequate exposure to bubbles and clapping songs before he learned to roll over, I would irreparably hinder his chances of getting into Harvard. Before I could say Oy vey, I was giving a perky woman on the telephone my credit card number to secure my son’s spot in the Wednesday–morning precrawler class.

I was at Brandon’s kindergarten Rosh Hashanah celebration (my first official program as a grade–school parent) when it became painfully evident that my Gymbananas era had been but a leisurely practice lap along the Mommy 500 and I would now be putting my pedal to the metal.

“So what are Brandon’s fall extracurriculars?” asked the mother sitting next to me in the apples and honey corner.

“He’s playing soccer. What about Jeremy?” I replied, following Mommy etiquette to a T.

“Well, let’s see,” she answered, trying (unsuccessfully) to sound nonchalant. “Jeremy’s fall extracurricular sport is tennis, his fall extracurricular instrument is violin, his fall extracurricular martial art is tae kwon do, and his fall extracurricular academic is science.”

Before I could determine whether an extracurricular academic was an oxymoron, my wheels were racing. I spent the rest of the morning signing Brandon up for an array of extracurriculars, and trying to figure out how I’d managed to walk out of the kindergarten Rosh Hashanah celebration indelibly inscribed in the Book of Stress.

A Message from Bubbe

“And vy should you be inscribed in the Book of Stress?” my bubbe asked as I explained why I’d arrived so farklempt to Shabbat dinner. “If a race is making you meshuga then drop out of the race!”

She clearly doesnt get it, I thought to myself. And how could she get it? How could someone from a simpler generation even begin to understand how it feels to have everyone from Gymbananas executives to media moguls to the other moms in the carpool line reminding me that if I don’t fuel my kids up with everything from pinch potting to pitching lessons, they’ll be left in the dust come college application time. And then there’s that whole overachievement thing. I mean I grew up at the height of the women’s lib movement—raised to be strong and in charge, driven and successful. How could my ninety–five–year–old grandmother possibly see that I’d put every bit of that energy and determination into my life choices, my education, my career—and I wasn’t about to drop the ball when it came to my kids?

And so I plugged ahead, dutifully devoting every afternoon and weekend to schlepping my family from activity to activity in the name of achieving perfect children (perfect defined as academically gifted, athletically exceptional, musically prodigious, socially popular, and self–esteem–saturated).Then one day, many years and laps around the Mommy 500 track later, I had the epiphany I mentioned in the preface. It was the annual soccer registration day and my three boys and I (Baby Emma in tow) were—for the eighth year running—spending a steamy July afternoon waiting in line to ensure they made it into the most prestigious league in the area. Finally at the registrar’s desk, I grabbed the applications and began filling out the elaborate forms. First Jake, then Alex, then Brandon…Wait a minute! Where was Brandon’s age group?

Certain the absence of my oldest son’s division was a misprint, I pointed out the mistake to the check–collecting registrar. “Sorry,” the woman told me, “Metro Soccer doesn’t have a middle–school division.”

“But what am I supposed to do?” I said. “Brandon has played soccer every fall since he was three. How will he spend his Sundays?”

“My kids like the lake," she said. "It's much less crowded in the fall. The beach isn’t too far either.”

Before I could reply that going to the lake seemed like a silly waste of time that could otherwise be spent fine–tuning soccer skills, Brandon chimed in. “You know, Mom, that does sound kind of fun.”

“What sounds fun?” I asked, glancing back at the sea of anxious parents, fingers itching for those golden application forms.

“Going to the lake.”

“And the beach!” added Jake.

“Yeah!” said Alex. “I could finally use the new boogie board I got for Hanukkah two years ago!”

Suddenly, I felt myself entering a transformational spin, like Lynda Carter on the old Wonder Woman TV show, fueled by the realization that the check–collecting registrar—and Brandon, Alex, and Jake—were absolutely right. It would be fun to spend Sunday afternoons at the lake rather than at the soccer field for a change. In fact it would be more than fun, it would be positively liberating.

I could finally see that I’d been paralyzed by the inflated expectations of our overachieving, anxiety–filled culture; that I’d been basing the decisions I made for my children on what other people thought rather than on what I knew in my heart to be true. I at last understood that my ultimate goal in parenting was not to raise spelling bee champions, prom queens, and soccer stars but to bring up fulfilled, resilient, empowered, menschlich kids (see preface).

With this newfound insight, I discovered the strength and courage I needed to take my bubbe’s advice to heart and step out of the race for kiddie perfection. I was able to ease up on the pressure, scale back the extracurriculars, and begin enjoying my children for who they were today (not who I hoped they would be at high school graduation).

I’m not going to lie to you. Steering clear of the Mommy 500 has not been easy, especially with all those other racers whizzing by me on the track! But I’ve managed to do it, and so can you. All it takes is some good, dependable AAA roadside assistance. That’s right, AAA: Accept, Avoid, Accentuate—all the tools you need to keep your family safe, grounded, and miles away from the race lights.

The Social, Emotional, and Physical Price of AchievementOriented Parenting

So you’re still waiting for it to happen, huh? You know deep in your parent gut that dropping out of the Mommy 500 is the right thing to do for yourself and your kids, but you've yet to undergo that Wonder Woman-style tranformational spin. To start you whirling, here are some harrowing trends researchers are uncovering at alarming rates in overscheduled, stressed-out twenty–first–century kids:

• Lack of independence and self-reliance due to having virtually every aspect of their lives planned in advance by a third party.

• A need for constant stimulation and an intolerance of boredom resulting from a childhood devoid of unstructured moments.

• Deteriorating parent–child relationships caused by never having time to be together without a purpose and destination.

• Loud, aggressive, or impulsive behavior resulting from excessive input and need for an emotional outlet.

• Early burnout from an overload of extracurriculars and academics.

• Increased incidence of teen suicide, drug use, eating disorders, and depression.

• Physical/psychosomatic complaints (e.g., headaches and stomachaches) caused by stress.

• Orthopedic issues (knee, joint, foot problems) linked to still–developing bodies being pushed beyond their limits via organized sports.

• Failure to notice and appreciate the simple joys of life due to spending the majority of one's childhood strapped into an SUV.

AAA Tools for Steering Clear of the Mommy 500

Accept Imperfection

If you try really hard, you might be able to remember the honeymoon period of parenting. Okay, so it may not have felt like a honeymoon—with its 3 a.m. feedings, projectile vomiting episodes, and mountains of dirty diapers—but it was. After all, during those early months of our kids’ lives we could appreciate them for exactly who they were—burping, barfing, pooping, perfect little beings.

With every year that passed, however, we saw that definition of who and what our kids should be constrict a bit more. It was no longer enough for our child to be a part of a Little League team; he needed to be the star of the Little League team. It wasn’t enough for him to be accepted into an exclusive private school, he needed to be at the top of the class at that exclusive private school. And before we knew it we were caught up in the blur of the Mommy 500 chasing down the very perfection we’d once found in our little one’s every breath.

Speaking of breath, take a deep one, because we are about to embark on a mental journey. (And I’m giving you fair warning; it’s not the kind of mental journey that will land you on a beach chair in the Caribbean sipping a pina colada.)

Think about something you really enjoy doing. No, not shopping! Something like working as a pediatrician, managing the school carnival committee, or playing tennis on a breezy spring morning. Now picture yourself taking part in this activity: how fulfilled you feel when you are successful (not necessarily “the best” kind of successful, but successful in your own terms) and how it leaves you feeling stronger, empowered, and energized. Okay, hold that image.

This time, think about something you—quite frankly—really stink at. Something you have very little, if any, desire to do. (I, for example, might think about golf. I’m lousy at golf. My three–year–old beats me at putt–putt. I find golf boring and—my apologies to my husband—a total waste of six good hours.)

Now picture yourself being forced to partake in this activity at least once every weekend and a couple of nights a week just for practice; and every time you do (here’s the clincher) there is an audience watching. An audience that cheers, yells strategic pointers from the sidelines, and appears genuinely disappointed when you inevitably screw up. Now, keep that image in the forefront of your mind while we take a brief side trip to the Jewish Community Center gymnasium (where I happen to have spent the bulk of last Sunday afternoon watching my three boys play basketball).

It’s the championship game in the second–grade basketball league and you are having a hard time concentrating on the game due to all the yelling. (No, not from the players, from the parents!) Here are a few of the comments you can’t help but overhear in the stands:

Daniel’s dad to his son: What are you doing? I showed you how to dribble the ball. Wait a minuteyou're going the wrong direction!

Daniel’s dad to fellow fans: You should see him on the baseball field. He owns the baseball field!

Evan’s mom: Daniel, pass the ball to Evan!

Andrews dad [after his son scores a basket for the other team]: How could he do that? What was he thinking?

Evan's mom: Andrew, pass the ball to Evan!

Benjamin’s mom to her son: Wake up out there, Benjamin!

Benjamins mom to her fellow fans: I knew I shouldnt have let him go to his best friend's slumber party last night!

Evan’s mom: Benjamin, pass the ball to Evan!

Jared’s dad: Way to go, Jared! You did just what I told you to do and you got that shot! See I told you I knew what I was talking about!

Evan’s mom: Jared, pass the ball to Evan!

Finally, imagine what it feels like to be Daniel, Andrew, Benjamin, Jared or Evan—to be expected to perform masterful basketball moves in front of a whole bunch of people when all you really want to do is play around with your friends on the court and eat a yummy snack afterward. Think about what it must be like to have your stomach all scrunched up in knots because you just let down Mom, Dad, and Coach…again.

Okay, now it’s time for some Yom Kippur—caliber self–reflection.

Do you find it a bit ironic that we parents have no problem whatsoever accepting our own weaknesses and imperfections? I, for example, am completely at peace with the fact that while I may be an effective writer, I would make a terrible accountant. You’ve probably come to terms with the reality that you don’t stand a chance in an Olympic pole–vaulting competition. If we can accept these truths for ourselves, why can’t we do the same for our kids? Maybe our child is an average math student. No learning disabilities, just not particularly adept at crunching numbers. Does that mean she needs twice–a–week tutoring after school every week? How many lessons in pole vaulting do you think it would take to shape you into Olympic gold medal material?

There’s no better time than right now, my fellow former Mommy 500 racers, to grant our children their God–given right to be good at some things and downright lousy at others. To give ourselves permission to take pride in our kids even if they are shy, klutzy, and average. There’s no better time than right now to remember what it feels like to rejoice in our children’s utterly imperfect perfection.

Avoid the SelfEsteem Parenting Trap

For all intents and purposes, the modern parental psyche exists in a chronic state of contradiction. On one hand it has us obsessively pushing our kids toward a societally driven definition of perfection. On the other it has us dousing them with empty accolades in an attempt to convince them they’ve already achieved it.

I know what you’re thinking: What could be wrong with boosting a child’s self–esteem? Doesn’t my little bubbeleh need to feel good about himself?

Of course we want our children to feel good about themselves! But creating a parentally fabricated reality by misleading our kids about their performance and abilities (i.e., You are the smartest boy in the whole school! You are the greatest soccer goalie ever!) is not a viable means of achieving this objective. In fact it’s liable to have just the opposite effect.

Take the case of Hannah, a precious second–grader I once had the privilege of teaching. Hannah was quick as a wink, sharp as a tack, and cute as a button. She was also a dreadful artist. Every bunny she drew turned out like a blob, she smeared all her stick figures, and she couldn’t color in the lines to save her life. But at home—thanks to her mother’s fear that learning the truth about her shortcomings might cause irreparable damage to her self–esteem—Hannah learned she was a gifted artist. Each time Hannah’s mother praised her blobs and extolled her stick figures, Hannah’s self–esteem went soaring (wouldn’t yours if you could so effortlessly produce such artistic masterpieces?).

Meet the Author

SHARON DUKE ESTROFF is an internationally syndicated columnist whose articles on parenting issues within a Jewish context appear in more than fifty publications and reach nearly two million readers. An award-winning educator with experience in both public and private schools, she is currently an educational consultant with Perimeter Education and Psychological Services in Atlanta and co-creator/co-director of Epstein Summer Adventure, a popular Atlanta day camp. She lives in Marietta, Georgia.

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I picked up this book because my own child asked me for a cell phone for hanukkah, but I found it to be so much more. There are answers to school problems, social issues as well as Jewish specific content. Best of all the author doesn't present her advice from a pedestal, she gives it from right next to you in the trenches - all laced with lots of humor and funny anecdotes. One of the most practical, hands-on parenting guides I've seen.