Cutting up fruit for someone else's kid.
This past Sunday, our living room was full — of music, laughter, sticky fingers, and stories. Shalom Harlem families gathered for songs and scarves, and then, as we always do, we paused to share a meal.
This past Sunday, our living room was full — of music, laughter, sticky fingers, and stories.
Shalom Harlem families gathered for songs and scarves, and then, as we always do, we paused to share a meal. Not just because we were hungry (though our kiddos will always eat), but because sitting down to break bread together on purpose is part of what makes community real.
It’s in those small, in-between moments — pouring someone a second cup of coffee, cutting up fruit for someone else’s kid, catching another parent’s eye across the table — that we begin to feel like we truly belong to one another. The adults actually get to talk to other adults. The kids run wild and weave their own friendships.
And yes, it’s sticky and loud and chaos. But it’s also AWESOME. These gatherings have become some of our daughters’ favorite moments of the month — and ours, too.
