I remember when I first was divorced and money was tight. This was going to be a tough holiday.
How was I going to make everything work out, especially for my daughter Alana, five years old at the time?
I had found a way, thank goodness, to get my daughter the toys she wanted. However, I didn’t have a menorah, the sacred symbol upon which you put candles to celebrate the miracle of the eight nights of Hanukkah.
I wracked my brain about how we could make this happen. So my daughter and I decided to make one.
She loved it. We had fun with the process, and we felt proud that we could create not only the menorah, but also the memory that could last forever.
Alana was so excited to light the menorah every night.
Hanukkah celebrates the victory of an underdog against an empire, embracing the miracle that the light lasted eight days. I had a minor miracle building a menorah with my child. It feels to me with the last two years of Covid, we could use a miracle.
But for now, I can look back on that special Hanukkah with Alana and smile. I wanted to do something to create a menorah and make our holiday special.
It was special.
Because she is special.