Reclaiming Shabbos

When I was a teen, Shabbos used to be a special day, a holy time. It was an opportunity to connect with Hashem, eat beautiful meals, spend time with my family, read, and of course, rest.

Hashem showered me with blessings, and my Shabbos today looks… well… different.

It features sticky grape juice spills, tantrums, and whining. It’s a Shabbos of bored children and a yearning… for my pillow. The demands keep coming, and I find myself with a growing desperation to recapture the Shabbos of my youth.

How do other mothers do it? I found myself wondering. I set out to discover their secrets