The Worst Vacation Ever!

Posted on March 25th, 2008 by Larry.
Categories: Gil, Layli & Serena.

Hey! Can I tell you about the worst vacation my parents ever went on?

My parents, Layli and Gil, took me, Amira, and my sister Serena for a nice vacation to New York, my Dad’s parents home. Unfortunately, all four of us for the past several weeks have been suffering from some kind of flu or something worse. What were they thinking!

When we arrived, both Serena and me were running a fever. My fever was 104 and they decided to take me to the emergency room of the hospital where I was admitted. For the next four days they administered antibiotics and Tylanol working to get my fever down and kill whatever the virus was that was causing it. They stuck more things in me and and up me gave me more tests than you can believe! It was really yucky! My mom, stayed with me for all three days and nights in the hospital. I liked that.

Finally, on Sunday my fever went down and we all drove home.

Here is the hospital and that cage behind me where I spent vacation! You can’t believe all the things they stuck in me! How about the beach next time!

My Mommy was great. She stayed with me all the time. If you think I was tired, you should see my Mom.

Hey, I was sick too. But, my aunts and uncles too good care of me.

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Layli, Gill, Serena on NPR

Posted on March 7th, 2008 by Larry.
Categories: General Family Talk.

Class Teaches Virtues to Children of Many Faiths

by Barbara Bradley Hagerty

 

 

 

 

 

Gil, Layli and Serena Miller-Muro learn about helpfulness.

 

Rachel Galoob-Ortega helps her son Luka place a symbol of Buddhism on his lamp shade to illustrate the idea that religions may look different but have the same source that illuminates them.

 

Tatton Oliver, Brice Gaskins and Serena Miller-Muro with the lampshades they made.

 

Cowboy Hay performs for Shazia Philipsen and her daughter, Serena (in pink) as well as Brice Gaskins (pointing) and his brother Carter (crawling) Gaskins and Yacob Alemayehou.

Morning Edition, March 7, 2008 · It sounds like the start of a bad joke: A Jew, a Baptist and a Baha’i get together every Sunday morning …

But it’s a new kind of Sunday school, where families from a range of religions gather to teach virtues to their young children. On a recent Sunday in Falls Church, Va., Layli and Gil Miller-Muro invited parents and children — aged 14 months to 6 years old — to their home to learn about helpfulness.

“Parents of my generation feel incredible pressure to make our kids read earlier, to know math sooner and better, to get into the top preschools and then the best schools,” Layli explains. “But what many of us forget is the other side of the character of our children, not just the academic side, but the spiritual side and their character side.”

And so last September, the Miller-Muros, who are Baha’i, approached their religious community and asked them to sponsor a virtues class — where the children learn virtues such as obedience, service and friendliness.

In the past decade, the Baha’i faith has sponsored about 900 such classes nationwide. They’re based on the central Baha’i tenet that all religions are different but come from the same source, God. Gil says the couple then asked their friends if they’d be interested.

“When we proposed this idea to them, they said that was something they’d like to do to,” Gil says. “So we realized we had a critical mass and it was time to get started.”

The parents come from Muslim, Jewish, Protestant, Unitarian Universalist, Greek Orthodox and Baha’i backgrounds. Rachel Galoob-Ortega, who is Jewish, says she wants her son Luka to learn about and accept all religions.

“What I really want for Luka is when he grows up and someone says to him, ‘I’m Baha’i’ or ‘I’m Zoroastrian’ — if he doesn’t know, for him to say, ‘Well, tell me about that,”" Galoob-Ortega says. “I want him to show a level of curiosity, rather thinking, ‘Well, that’s not Judaism, that’s not what I know.’ And to me, that would be important to the development of his character.”

Learning Virtues

And to that end, Layli calls the children to the dining room table. In front of each child sits a little lamp shade.

“Remember how we talked about how religions are a lot like lamp shades?” she asks the group. “They may look different, they may be different colors or sit in different rooms, but they all have the light of God inside of them.”

The kids glue symbols of various religions onto the shades — a Christian cross, a Buddhist wheel, a star and crescent for Islam. Then Layli calls out, “Come to the light!” And the children, one by one, place their decorated lamp shades on a light bulb.

Layli then turns to the core of the program: virtues. She starts by asking about last week’s lesson.

“Did anyone exhibit contentment this week?” she asks the group sitting in the living room.

“Not me!” one boy announces.

“Not you?” she laughs. “We’ll work on that. But we’re good at honesty.”

Each week, the children learn a different virtue. They studied “justice” for the Martin Luther King Jr. holiday. For service, they made chocolate chip cookies and delivered them to a retirement home.

Mimi Alamayehou realized that she needed to expose her 5-year-old son, Yacob, to the notion of virtues after she had an epiphany a year ago. She and Jacob were visiting family in Ethiopia, and they saw some children begging.

“And I was telling him, ‘These kids don’t have any food and don’t have anything,’” she recalls. “And he said to me, ‘Mommy, I think you need to tell their mommies where the Whole Foods is.’” She laughs. “I was so shocked! I said, ‘Oh my God, I really have a lot of work to do if he thinks the only problem is that there’s no Whole Foods around!’”

So, do the virtues stick?

Shazia Philipsen thinks so, especially when she receives an occasional lecture from her daughter, Serena.

“It’s things like patience,” she says. “In the car, when I’m driving, Serena will say, ‘Mommy, you have to be patient!’ So she understands through the books, through the storytelling, what it means. I don’t think she learns that at school. She’s changed, and it’s great.”

And the children have been so patient for more than an hour, waiting for the highlight of the class, Cowboy Hay. Gil Miller Muro’s stepfather strides into the room, sporting a long white beard, a hillbilly hat and a banjo. He begins strumming and the kids join in, perhaps not realizing they are crooning a theological message.

“We are drops … of one ocean. We are waves… of one sea. Won’t you come and join us in our quest for unity. It’s the way of life for you and me,” they sing.

The parents collapse into comfortable chairs, as Cowboy Hay and his young virtuosos sing about unity in the complex future they face.

 

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