When I was a teenager, I printed business cards for myself and my best friend that said "Nachas Machers". (My father was a printer so I had access to my own little letterpress printing press.)

It was important for me to give my parents “Nachas” -- that special warm pride that only a child can give to his or her parents. Parents get Nachas from their kids. In my world as a child, Nachas was the only thing I could give my parents that no-one else could. Nachas is just that special.

So it was this week when Flo and I, as parents, “schepped” Nachas from our son Jeremy when he successfully presented and defended his doctoral dissertation and walked into the room where Flo and I anxiously waited. The smile on Jeremy's face and the pride in his stride broadcast the initials “PhD” now after his name.

Someday may he enjoy the Nachas that he gave us.