My sweet boy turned seven today. Not a card, not a call, not a visit, not a word from any member of my family. None of them acknowledge him on his special day. None of them acknowledge him on any day. My family would rather communicate via fakebook and disregard Shabbat for a family reunion (yesterday) that we haven't been invited to in years than to acknowledge my children or pursue any type of relationship with them.

It breaks my heart, thinking of my children missing out on knowing what a grandparent is, what an uncle is, what an aunt is, having relationships with cousins or getting to know their great grandmother. It saddens me to know what incredible kids my family chooses not to get to know. Most of all, it hurts to know that my family choose to ignore Yah, His commandments and His blessings in the name of tradition and chosen ignorance.

Special days are always a little tough for me, knowing that they don't care to know my children.