|October 15, 2013||Posted by Carrie under family|
My daughter became a Bat Mitzvah this past Saturday.
I tried very hard to get all the party details finished by the end of the week so that I could enjoy the weekend. I didn’t want the weekend to be filled with details, I wanted it to be a celebration of her and our family.
And, it was.
As I looked around the temple during the service on Saturday, I saw a room filled with people that I loved and that loved her. In my opinion, it wasn’t a large crowd. But, it was a group of people that were tremendously important to my life and that have all played a large part in her life.
Whether directly to her, or just by being my friend and helping me to be a better parent, it was a room full of love.
My husband and I each had a chance to share a few words with her. I thought I could make it through without crying too much. I was wrong… I cried. A lot. Apparently, when you stand up in front of a crowd and talk through tears to share your hopes and dreams for your child, the whole room will cry along with you. I’m really not sure how anyone understood what I said. But everyone said they did.
My husband and I grew up at the same temple that we belong to now. Dancing Girl read from the same Torah that both of us did when we became B’nai Mitzvah oh so long ago. That Torah was rescued from a small town in Czechoslovakia during the Holocaust. It was recently repaired and only last week was back into use for the Bar/Bat Mitzvah kids. The tradition that went in to this day was so very important to all of us. Even the banter between my husband (a Dodger fan) and our Rabbi (a Red Sox fan) during the service, just reinforced the love and community within the room.
Dancing Girl was amazing. She led the service with confidence and a maturity that I know I didn’t have when I was 13.
Like I mentioned, it wasn’t the biggest group of people in attendance. But, every single person in the room was one that I could call on in a time of need and who I know would be there at the drop of a hat. It was perfect. Dancing Girl and her friends had an amazing time. The kids seemed to completely understand the significance of the service and then had a great time at the party.
Then, there were about 15 girls who ended up at our house for the afternoon with 8 of them also sleeping over. They actually slept!!! Although not all that much. Sunday consisted of all of us staying in our pj’s for the whole day. That’s how the amazing weekend ended on a perfect note.
A couple of semi-out-of-focus pictures that I took over the shoulder of the photographer: