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I am a Jew, and
now, a Bat Mitzvah.
I am the proud
scion of an ancient people, a member of the tribe of Abraham, Isaac and
Jacob.
My ancestors
stood at the shores of the Red Sea, and my aunt and her family stood at the
gates of Auschwitz.
I am my
mother’s Friday night chicken soup, my father’s Yiddisha songs and the sound of
his shofar.
I am the proud
sister of every Jewish doctor, lawyer, humanitarian, author, scientist, scholar
and benefactor of society.
I am the
survivor of every pogrom and persecution.
Together with
my bashert, I stood under a chupah and pledged my commitment according to the
Laws of Moses and Israel.
I love the USA
but my ancestral homeland lies half a world away, in Eretz Yisrael.
You can see my
Jewishness on my face and on the walls and book shelves and doorposts of my
home.
My Jewishness
cannot be opted into or out of. As Mayim
Bialik said, Jewish is more than my religion. It is my identity, my DNA, my
personhood.
Today I fulfill
a promise I made only to myself. I did not have to learn Hebrew to please
anyone or become “more Jewish”. The promises we make to ourselves are often the
most difficult to keep.
My Torah
portion, Ki Tavo, tells how Moses, nearing the end of his days and with his
life’s work behind him, looked out on the Promised Land. He knew his people
would go forth and thrive. I plan to do exactly that.
I thank my
patient and extremely knowledgeable Bat Mitzvah coach Larry Wallace, who gave
hours of his time and knowledge to help me reach my goal. I thank all of you
for sharing this day and my journey. And I thank and honor the man who has
supported me unconditionally in whatever dream or challenge I have undertaken
to pursue over the last 50 years, since we were both teenagers, my husband Stu.
Shabbat Shalom.
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