I’m no stranger to feeling like a mother.

I’ve watched as my children grew up and I was left behind to look after the house.

They were so much fun, and so smart, and such a big part of my life.

They’re now adults and I miss them every day.

But I think I’ve lost a bit of my innocence.

And I’m not alone.

There’s a new generation of parents who feel the same way.

The theme of childhood, like all things in Judaism, has been a topic of debate.

Some say we’re no longer a family, but others argue we’re a community, where children learn to read, write and think for themselves.

Many rabbis, including Rabbi Yosef Cohen, the first to publicly declare he was gay, have come out as Jewish adults.

In fact, many rabbis who previously had remained closeted have since come out to their peers and families.

And there are now many more openly gay Jewish adults in the world.

For me, though, the theme of our childhoods has remained the same: I’m the child.

And we all belong together.

The fact that I was a little girl when I was first introduced to Judaism, and that I’m now in a position to contribute to the life of my children, is a gift that I’ll never forget.

The joys and pains that I’ve experienced as a mother are still in my life, and I want to continue living them.

But what’s happening to me now as a rabbi is different.

I’m having my life scrutinized, scrutinized in different ways.

For example, the rabbis in my community have been quick to call me out for speaking out against the recent decision to allow gay marriage in Israel.

They are furious.

I don’t want them to feel like I’m abandoning them.

My response: I think it’s ridiculous.

I have no intention of doing so.

They should stop comparing me to someone else, because I’m doing it for my children.

I’m not against homosexuals.

I love all people and I think homosexuality is a good thing, and if there’s a problem with it, it’s the way it is.

The way it should be.

But it’s not okay to judge others based on their sexuality, and to treat them differently because of it.

The criticism is particularly offensive to me because I am Jewish, but it also has a lot to do with my sexuality.

My father was an Orthodox Jew and he never came out to me.

When I was very young, I would go to synagogue and I’d see people like my mother, who had been married before, or my father, who was still married to another woman, standing on the side of the street in their underwear.

I would laugh.

My friends wouldn’t be laughing.

They’d see the outrage.

I never really thought about it.

I wasn’t interested in it.

But I would feel very uncomfortable when people would look at me and say: “Why are you being so weird?”

I think that’s the problem with the whole thing: people think they know you, but they don’t know you.

I can’t say it’s because of my sexuality, but I can say it is because of what they’ve been told.

But my story is not unique.

There are countless examples of children who are raising their own children in their own way and in a way that’s not in line with what is expected of them.

My own children are Jewish.

They want to be Jewish, they want to serve God, and they want all of the blessings that come from being Jewish.

But if they’re raising children who don’t fit in those norms, they will face criticism, and the criticism will be more severe.

And it’s true that the situation in Israel is very different.

But for me, the situation here is even worse.

The children are all grown up and have no idea that they are growing up in a country where it’s a crime to be gay.

And if they were raised to be like that, they would have grown up very different people.

It’s not that I don