A Mother’s Love on Her Son’s Bar Mitzvah Day
by Stacey Zisook Robinson
Nate. My beloved boy.
Just a few weeks ago, we stood in the middle of Rosenblum’s bookstore, where I asked him to pick out a yad (a pointer to use while reading from the Torah). He walked over to the case and carefully inspected the array displayed there, and then said “Mom, I want to be able to pass this down to my children.”
As he creates a new tradition with this beautiful yad, the day of his bar mitzvah continued an older tradition, as I presented him with my grandfather’s tallit. He wore it as he prayed. As a cohan, he wore it as he blessed his congregation with the priestly benediction. My father gave it to me, and it was the first tallit that I wore, and now I’ve passed it to Nate, l’dor vador –from generation to generation. It is my hope that he will feel the blessings and love of all the generations who have worn it before him.
You stand now, poised on the edge of time, already gathering yourself, already testing those waters, feeling the sharp and chill exhilaration of the new and different and exciting, tasting the sweetness of the yet-to-be. Where will you stand, on the other side of this day, that will make a difference, that will change you?
You will cross the divide of time and stand on the shoulders of giants and wrap yourself in a garment of light and loose thread and bind yourself to your past and your future.
Nate, today you offer ancient words of blessing and praise, as you take my Grandfather’s tallit and place it on your broadening shoulders. You will wind the fringes around your fingers and gather the threads into a whole. You will be a new song, a new dance, a new celebration. You will be a new voice in the wilderness, and our sacred and holy community will be all the richer for it. You will begin to find your own way, journey on in solitary wonder, in companionable joy, in defiance and innocence and doubt.
Here, on the edge of your childhood, the border of a distant shore, it is my hope that you will remember this moment. From this day forward, you stand, ever and always, cloaked in light and gathering loose threads into a new whole.
From this day forward, you will leap into the infinite and you will soar.
In honor of Nate’s bar mitzvah day, I also composed a series of poems to introduce each section of the service. I was hoping to give the entire congregation, made up of a jumble of backgrounds and religions and belief sets; I hope I succeeded. Some of these poems can be found on my blog; others will be posted on RJ.org in the weeks to come. This one, “The Gate,” introduces the p’sukei d’zimrah, verses of song.
We start, as we always do, standing at the gate.
It’s a good place to wait,
It is the entrance to our service,
to a holy place
and a sacred community.
As we step through,
We step outside of
and into Time.
We come together
with friends and family,
with strangers and loved ones,
with song and prayer,
words and silence.
As it happens every Shabbat morning,
We start at the gate.
We start with mystery and wonder,
If we allow it.
We welcome small miracles
And stretch our souls
And meet one another at the gate
This holy gate
And we enter
Stacey Zisook Robinson is a member of Beth Emet The Free Synagogue in Evanston, IL, and Congregation Hakafa in Glencoe, IL. She blogs at Stumbling towards meaning: Stacey’s Blog.