You would think it would get easier.

After all, this is the third son of mine to be barmitzvahed, right? Baruch Hashem. But it doesn’t get easier. I sat in my living room yesterday watching the HockeyFan put on his tefillin and take them off time after time, his father showing him how, instructing him the right way to wrap. I cried. Copious tears. I had to leave the room. Twice. It should be no big deal. But it is.

I love my boys so much, and they are growing up so fast. These milestones just drive the point home. Within a couple of months he will have become 13, he will have had his barmitzvah Shabbat, and it will be on to the next thing, the next birthday, the next event. But I don’t want to miss a moment. He is still a child. My child. And I have been blessed to watch him grow up in front of my eyes.

I still cannot read this piece without tearing up. These feelings still hold strong.  A Binding Mitzvah – a Mother’s View.

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  1. IMA2FOUR7 says:

    I, myself, am looking our third family simcha post divorce and can not believe that time has gone by that fast!
    Didn’t we just celebrate the first one?
    Couldn’t be, that child is way too big now.
    And the second, no she is too much already, how did that happen, I wonder.

    It seems like I just put this child in for a nap, when actually she just walked out of this room after we reviewed her diagram of plant cell structure. Plant cell structure!
    My heart is singing that song from Fiddler on the Roof: “Sunrise Sunset…”
    I better get a tissue, pull myself together and heat up some dinner — before today slips away!

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