Bat Mitzvah prep has begun in earnest at our home, which signifies that as soon as per week, my 12-year-old daughter hides away in her bed room, meets together with her fantastic tutor over Zoom, and comes out realizing issues her very personal mom doesn’t.
This course of will take a full yr and is multi-pronged. She’s going to be taught to learn Hebrew and chant trope (or the musical notes related to the Hebrew letters). She’s going to write a d’var torah, a brief sermon or interpretation of her Torah portion that she’s going to learn in entrance of your entire congregation. She will even interact in some type of Mitzvah undertaking, a part of the Jewish name of Tikkun Olam, or restore of the world. In different phrases, she’ll put her personal pursuits to good use with some type of volunteer undertaking.
The primary assembly together with her tutor went badly, as I had warned the tutor it would. My daughter was requested to learn one thing in Hebrew, and when she couldn’t, she began to cry, and judging from the pile of tissues I discovered subsequent to her desk after the very fact, cried the remainder of the session. It wasn’t simply that the duty itself appeared insurmountable. It was that the ultimate purpose — the privilege of chanting Torah with a whole lot of eyes on you — scared this shy child much more. When the session ended, she got here out and wept till we had talked by means of it sufficient to maneuver onto ice cream and an episode of The Summer time I Turned Fairly, her physique slouched in opposition to mine, perpetually my child.
When she got here out of the second session smiling, I mentioned, “I suppose if you cry on the primary day, there’s nowhere to go however up?” She laughed and I laughed, however I mentioned this realizing there will probably be many extra tears shed (for each of us). Nonetheless, I wished to offer her a way of hope. Isn’t that what all of us need when embarking on an extended, sluggish journey whose finish feels unreachable?
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My dad and mom are fervently anti-religious Jews, so “Bat Mitzvah” was by no means uttered in our home rising up (I didn’t even learn about them till the seventh grade invitations got here in). That mentioned, I did marry a Jewish man, and since transferring to Los Angeles 9 years in the past, our household life has been guided and arranged by a Jewish group, which has stunned no yet one more than me, who, in my earlier 37 years on earth, hadn’t discovered a lot use for faith. Over time that we’ve been right here, nonetheless, I’ve come to rely not solely on the chums from our shul, but additionally the rituals, traditions and rabbinical steering within the face of a crumbling world, so when it got here to deciding on whether or not our daughter would have a Bat Mitzvah, there was by no means any query for us that she would.
Again after we first moved right here, after I watched the barely-teens lead a fairly substantial a part of the Shabbat service, I used to be semi-shocked that they might do it — it was so arduous they usually needed to be taught a lot Hebrew after which interpret such a troublesome textual content! The feat has solely grow to be extra spectacular as my very own daughter has gotten nearer to that problem. In comparison with the preschooler who sat on my lap by means of companies, the age 13 as soon as appeared very grown up. Now, not a lot.
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One of many nice joys of getting youngsters is to be awed by them, however whereas watching this year-long studying course of unfold, I’m moved by greater than her grit and tenacity. I’m touched by the truth that my preteen is being compelled to take part in one thing that’s fully anathema to our quick-moving tradition.
Getting ready for a Bat Mitzvah is extraordinarily sluggish transferring. It’s troublesome and awkward and never of instant use. On this means, it’s totally different from finding out French earlier than a visit to Paris or studying to drive a stick shift. It’s not optimizable; it doesn’t slot in a reel or meme. There are not any short-term rewards, aside from the joys of getting memorized (or learn or interpreted) a brand new line of textual content every week. There are completely no shortcuts, and it can’t be helped by a hack or app.
It’s cumulative in the best way solely the easiest issues in life are — say, parenting, friendship, marriage.
And it has made me assume deeply about what issues are comparable in my very own life; pursuits that takes perseverance and persistence and ingenuity. An avocation whose rewards are meager at first, however magically cumulative.
For me, that is novel-writing, but it surely is also rising a backyard, studying to knit, working lengthy distances, or constructing an intentional group.
In my expertise, writing a novel typically feels as sluggish and meaningless as studying traces of historic Hebrew, but it surely provides me one thing nothing else can: the satisfaction that I can do one thing demanding. It’s a reminder that I can — that I ought to — be pushed to my limits; that that is the place the great things typically lies.
Abigail Rasminsky is a author and editor primarily based in Los Angeles. She teaches inventive writing on the Keck Faculty of Drugs of USC and writes the weekly publication, Folks + Our bodies. She has additionally written for Cup of Jo on many subjects, together with marriage, preteens, perimenopause, and solely kids.
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