I grew up with a Catholic mom and a Jewish dad - but neither of them really were religious. We celebrated Chanukah and Christmas, we got books and chocolates for Easter and chocolate coins for Passover. We played Dradel and looked for Easter eggs.
We lit candles for eight nights and then put up a Christmas tree and decorated it. It was a mish mash.
But when asked, I always say I'm Jewish. Maybe it's the food, I'll take the latkes, the matzoh, and the challah any day!
Or maybe, it's just...something innate. Sometimes I wish I was raised more religiously, that I had been Bat Mitzvah'd - but the truth is I love the way we were raised. I love how we took my parents favourite parts of Jewish Traditions (all the ones with the yummy food, celebrations of light or spring (respective of holidays, obviously), and of peace and acceptance) and ignored the rest. For example, as vegetarians, instead of a shank bone for Passover on our table, we've always used a (specific) piece of wood.
Now, Inspector Climate are planning our non-religious ceremony. However, we included some of my favourite traditions - we will break a glass at the end of the ceremony, and we will break Challah to eat with our family during the ceremony (gluten free Challah? You betcha!) - even if it does mean getting crumbs in my hair!
We're considering doing a Ketubah - a Jewish marriage contract that binds us together in Jewish law. And while I'm not devoted to the idea unless Inspector Climate is...I'm also quite smitten with it.
But - despite sounding Carrie Bradshaw-esque - when is adopting Jewish traditions when only...partly Jewish become offensive? If at all? I'd like to to think never, but at the same time...I don't want to offend anyone.
That being said...we're are going to make our Ketubah this weekend (I hope!), and I'm pretty excited about it.