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I know this will embarrass you (and definitely make you cry) because thatâ€™s who you are, but in the spirit of this month of Thanksgiving, I wanted to say thank you.
Thank you forâ€¦
â€¦saying yes when I was 7 and came home from a visit to Hebrew School and declared that I wanted to go back and learn Hebrew. I often imagine what the conversation was like between you and Dad that evening, but you had the courage to let me follow my heart and we joined a synagogue so that I could. Thereâ€™s no way you or anyone could have known the impact that decision would have on all of our lives. Since you were never really moved by your familyâ€™s Catholicism or any sense of religion, I bet it was scary and uncomfortable at first, but you put me first and have always encouraged me to follow my passions.
â€¦participating in my Jewish life, learning the prayers and the music the best you could, showing up for everything, being so proud of me at my bat mitzvah and then confirmation and encouraging me to make every Jewish choice I wanted. Not only did I want to learn Hebrew, but I also wanted to belong to a community and I wanted you and Dad and my sister, Evyn, to belong too. We were lucky to find a community that embraced us all, found committees for you to add your voice to, made sure you felt comfortable and allowed us to find meaning and make life long friends.
â€¦influencing the person and the rabbi I am today. The odd rude person has asked me through the years if I ever was frustrated that you hadnâ€™t converted or even that you werenâ€™t Jewish. Once I got over my offense at the question, I always answered that so much of who I am is due to the person you are and I wouldnâ€™t change that even if I could. When I became a rabbi, I made sure that your name was on my ordination certificate, transliterated into Hebrew because both you and Dad created me and saw me through those many years of study, struggle and triumph in order for me to reach that particular life long dream. You are the calm voice in my head, reminding me of what I can achieve, telling me sometimes to relax, urging me to stand up for myself, reminding me how proud I make you.
â€¦enduring any ignorance that might have come your way: the people who didnâ€™t understand how you could have a daughter who is a rabbi or those who simply didnâ€™t include you, or even ignored you. You never let it bother you because you knew who you were and you showed me by your example how to be strong in a world where not everyone is accepting or kind.
Thank you for all the ways you choose love, by loving me, accepting me and always being my champion and my most fervent supporter (along with Dad, of course). I wouldnâ€™t be who I am; wouldnâ€™t be doing the work I love; couldnâ€™t live the happy life I doâ€”without your example of a strong woman, your humor, your quiet confidence, your effortless style and your soft heart. There will never be enough words to express how grateful I am for all that you are.
So thanks Mom, for being you.
P.S. Â Writing this made me cryâ€”thanks for that too!