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My kids attend a Jewish daycare/preschool program full-time, and they’ve blossomed under the Jewish instruction. Also, I’ve come to appreciate the support it gives me as a parent trying to raise Jewish children. There are Shabbat songs and Israeli folk dances and Shavuot art projects that are unknown to me because I converted as an adult. I like that my kids have something to add to our observance; when we sing songs for Friday night dinner, I love that they teach me about a shabbat dinosaur knocking on the door.
Since Eli will begin Kindergarten in the fall, our local Hebrew day school has started its sell on why our son would be a great fit for their school. In many ways, he is a perfect fit. But we won’t be sending him to the Hebrew day school, and instead he will attend a secular private day school. One that doesn’t teach about Shabbat dinosaurs knocking on the door.
I hadn’t really thought about how public our decision would be, until friends, day school staff, and congregants began to call us on the phone or cornered us in hallways and asked us to consider the Hebrew day school. Suddenly I’ve felt defensive about my decision, and I didn’t know how to respond without it sounding like I was saying, “My child is too good for this school.”
So my husband and I put our heads together and formulated a response that focuses on Eli’s best interests and stays far away from discussing why the Hebrew day school is NOT in his best interests. Hopefully people won’t believe that this is an indictment of the Hebrew day school. I don’t know if it will work. People are sensitive to these issues.
We are not turning our backs on Judaism or our local community, nor do we discount all we have learned from the past 3 years at a Jewish daycare. Still… I know it feels like a betrayal to some people, even though our decision was never meant to be.
I get weekly emails from my synagogue, and, a few weeks ago, I noticed that there was a little paragraph tucked in between notices from the Sisterhood and requests for coat donations.¬† A bar/bat mitzvah meeting for parents of kids fourth thru sixth grade. It took me a minute, but I realized quickly that it meant me. ¬†My daughter is in fourth grade. ¬†It’s that time already? ¬†Really? ¬†Wasn’t it a week ago that I was pregnant with her and couldn’t fathom how she’d be able to have any kind of clear religious identity with a Jewish father and me? ¬† ¬†Wasn’t it just the other day that I realized that while she was self identifying as Jewish the way she considered herself Irish but because I hadn’t converted, according to our synagogue, technically, she wasn’t Jewish? I didn’t think she’d really remember the mikveh, she was only five or six, but I remember it so vividly. ¬†And suddenly – we’re there already. ¬†A bat mitzvah.
And the more I thought about it, the more emotional I got. ¬†Which isn’t surprising, I cry at pretty much every milestone. ¬†Dance recitals, preschool graduations, her first real report card. ¬†But a bat mitzvah seems like it’s so important. ¬†Not only because she’s the first in my husband’s family, of her generation, to read from the Torah. ¬†Not only because my family will come, of course they’ll come, but won’t have the foggiest idea what we’ll be doing. ¬†But also because the bat mitzvah has so much meaning attached to it. ¬†It’s coming right when I’m starting to realize that this baby girl, this tiny little baby of mine isn’t always going to be mine. ¬†She’s her own person – and that’s terrifying and wonderful and, yeah, I’m welling up with tears as I’m writing. ¬†I’m going to be in so much trouble with this…
That’s what the bat mitzvah is – it’s a public acknowledgement that we’re Jewish, and that Jessica is Jewish. ¬†That she’s responsible for herself now, that she’s going to take ownership of her own religious identity in a way that I’ve been worrying about since before she was born. ¬†What will her religious identity be? ¬†She’s Jewish, yes, but not only Jewish. ¬†She’s inherited a rich family tradition dating back thousands of years. ¬†She’s also the product of my side of the family, a family filled with people who have no strong tie to any organized religion but a very strong and heartfelt connection to God.
She’s all intellectual questioning rules and ritual on the one hand, and on the other, she’s got a sincere and absolute relationship with God that, as far as I can see, she’s never doubted. ¬†She blends both of us, the Jewish side from her father, and the spiritual intensity from me. ¬†She’s got an extra dash of drama and wonder and intensity that’s all her own. ¬†And it makes me cry. ¬† I’m not sure if I’m crying because I’m grieving the loss of the little girl who’s growing up so fast, or if I’m crying because I’m so incredibly proud of the woman she’ll be.
When she was born, my husband picked out her Hebrew name. ¬†It means “beautiful celebration.” ¬† That’s what she’s always been for us, a celebration of love and life and so much joy. ¬†And on her bat mitzvah, she’ll stand in front of our friends and family, and she’ll read from the Torah. ¬†She’ll be exactly who she is. ¬†And that’s amazing to me.
When our second child, a boy, was born, my (Jewish) husband was adamant that he be¬†circumcised. Everyone has their own baggage, and I’m far from exempt from that. ¬†I grew up without a dad; I was dead certain that I wanted my children to have an active, involved and dedicated father. ¬†I didn’t want them to have just one parent, so it was vital to me to respect him as a parent. ¬†This was his son as much as he was mine, and it was that absolute for him. ¬†He would be circumcised.
It’s one thing to blithely agree to something and then realize how incredibly hard it’s going to be. ¬†Like daycare – of course, my kids would go to daycare and I’d work full time, right up until I actually HAD a child and the thought of leaving them for eight to nine hours a day was devastating. ¬†It was the same situation with the circumcision. ¬†Yeah, sure, we can do that, right up until I’ve got this tiny little boy – AND YOU WANT TO CUT OFF HIS LITTLE PENIS?!?! ¬†And if I was struggling with the concept, explaining it to my non-Jewish family was even harder. ¬†The whole idea of having a party where we’d cut off the tip of his penis and then have bagels was beyond their comprehension.
But cut it off we did. ¬†I reminded myself over and over again that this was my husband’s child as much as mine. ¬†That I had to respect Marc’s traditions and his right to make decisions for our child if I truly wanted him to be an equal parent with me.
First let me back up. ¬†My son was a challenging baby. ¬†To this day, six years later, I know of no other child who was as miserable as my little baby was for the first several months. ¬†Colic and reflux were a part of it, but part of it was just who he was, he doesn’t like change – and the whole concept of starting his life here just made him furious. ¬†He cried all the livelong day, unless he was nursing.¬† Or in the swing – he loved his swing. ¬†But mostly he cried and nursed. He only slept when I held him, and only stopped crying when he nursed. ¬†He was horrified if anyone other than me tried to hold him, screamed unmercifully if people looked at him for too long, and being the center of attention made him nuts.
So I was a wreck on the day he was going to be circumcised. ¬†To put it mildly. ¬†I was an experienced mom, he was my second baby, and I’d had literally decades of childcare behind me – but I was worn out, sleep deprived, and out of mind with confusion and frustration and this overwhelming love for this boy child. ¬†Voluntarily hurting him (and that’s the only way I could see this) was so hard. ¬†So incredibly hard. My mother, sister, stepfather and cousin had all come early to our house. ¬† We lived in a second floor apartment, and it was literally the hottest day of the summer so far that year. ¬† We had no air conditioner, and the apartment was wall to wall people. ¬†I couldn’t stop crying. ¬†The baby couldn’t stop crying (because the mohel didn’t want me to nurse for the two hours before the ceremony, and he was furious at the thought of a pacifier).
All of my husband’s female relatives assured me that I shouldn’t be there, the mothers never watch. ¬†But I couldn’t NOT be there. ¬†This was my child. ¬†This was my baby, and if I was going to allow this to happen to him, I couldn’t let him do it without me there to support him. ¬†So I sat in the room just off of the dining room, where everyone had gathered. ¬†My father-in-law held the baby, and my poor confused stepfather gave him little bits of a sweet wine and it was over super fast. ¬†They handed him back to me immediately, and he stopped crying the instant I touched him. ¬†He nursed gratefully and went immediately back to sleep.
The man who performed the circumcision passed away a few months ago. ¬†It wasn’t that I knew him well, I had never met him before and only saw him a few times since then. ¬†But he was there, on one of the most challenging and painful and ultimately rewarding days of my life. ¬†You know how sometimes you bond to your baby the first time you meet them, and sometimes it takes a bit? I loved my baby from the beginning, but on the day that he was circumcised, I knew absolutely and without question that I was his mother and he was my son, and that when he hurt, I felt it more than I could have imagined. ¬†It was the beginnings of a relationship that, to this day, continues to shock and amaze me, to teach me and stretch me and astound me. ¬†Rest in Peace, Stuart Jaffee, and thank you for your part in my son’s life.
That being said – when we found out that our next baby was a girl, the first thing I thought in the ultrasound room was thank God we don’t have to have her circumcised.
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