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Sunday, October 19, 2008
Gavriella Lerner for Chabad.org
The Ladies ClubMy First Mikvah ExperienceBy Gavriella Lerner
"But whyyyyyyyy did Mommy go in without us?" I was three years old, and I had been very excited when, in their inability to secure a babysitter, my parents had let me come along in the car for their drive to the West Side. I was excited for all the fun, grown-up activities that I was going to be included in that night. We stopped in front of a rather nondescript building and my mother left the car to go in, leaving my father and I behind. Suddenly, this outing was not so fun anymore. As I whined out my question, my quick-thinking father replied, "Mommy has to go to the ladies' club. She will only be there a little bit. We have to wait here because we are not ladies." Even at three, I shared his trait of quick-thinking and responded, "You are not a lady, but I am! You call me your 'little lady' all the time!" He smiled and laughed at both my wit and my innocence and replied, "You are my little lady, but the ladies' club in not for little three-year-old ladies; it is for grown-up married ladies. Please G‑d, when you are a grown-up married lady, you will join the club." By the time the conversation was over, my mother had returned to the car. I had no more questions that evening, and it would be a decade or so before I would know about the physical cycle that necessitates the use of the ladies' club, as well what happens in there.
I wanted my mother to be there as I began this special journey in my lifeSeventeen years have passed since that night with my parents in the car. Much has changed since then. I have younger brothers now; my mother no longer has to travel to West Side because Chabad has opened up a lovely new "branch" of the ladies' club on the East Side, and, most importantly, I was just inducted into the club a few hours ago. My mother accompanied me on this special mission. Weeks of preparing, planning, and studying have all come down to tonight, and I wanted my mother to be there as I began this special journey in my life and my relationship with G‑d and the Jewish People. We were escorted to the special bridal room, reserved for brides who are entering the club for the first time. After I bathed, my mother, who is a seasoned member of the club, made sure I properly prepared by flossing my teeth, combing my hair very carefully, scrubbing behind my ears, and cutting my nails. She gave me helpful hints, because she knows better than I do after the hundreds of times she has done this. As soon as she was satisfied that I was ready for my "initiation," we pressed the button to call the attendant.
I was all ready to jump into the warm, inviting water, but the mikvah attendant wanted to go over some final details first, like how to fully immerse, not to squeeze my eyes tight, or clench my fists, and to make sure my feet leave the bottom for a split second. Then, she took a few minutes to explain to me that my time in the water would be a particularly auspicious time for prayer, and that I should enter with the proper kavanah, concentration. She also explained some of the deeper meanings behind the journey I was about to embark on. My mother beamed proudly the entire time, so happy to be initiating her eldest into this finest, most special of clubs. The water felt magical; it took all of thirty seconds to be finished dunking, but it was the most special and intimate thirty seconds I have experienced in my entire life until now. As recommended by the mikvah attendant, I spent a few more minutes alone in the water, praying to G‑d, and feeling closer than I ever had before, and I felt like I suddenly knew so much more about life and about my Creator, than I ever could have had the chance to before. I felt like my soul had been cleansed, even more deeply than my body.
She felt the pride of a mother who has done something rightAfter drying off and getting dressed, my mother met me outside to bestow the parental blessing on me, praying that I should be like our fore-mothers Sarah, Rebecca, Leah, and Rachel. She sobbed as she said it, for the moment was bitter-sweet for her. It was bitter, because in just a few short hours, she would be giving me away and sending me off to begin a new life with my husband; bitter because being a woman in her early fifties, she knew that as I begin an affiliation with this wonderful club that will, please G‑d, last many years, her own trips to the ladies club were numbered. It was sweet because she had been privileged to experience this special event with me, her only daughter, just us, no husband, and no little brothers. But most of all, it was sweet because of her past. You see, the chain of our mothers had been broken for a few generations; my mother did not even know of the existence of the ladies' club until she and my father had been married for over a year. She rekindled that lost flame, and now knows that she has also successfully transmitted it to the next generation. There is hope that the break that happened before will, with G‑d's help, never happen again. She felt the pride of a mother who has done something right, as she watches her daughter eagerly follow in her footsteps. We both felt connected to our foremothers from generations past, who guarded this club and its regulations with the most intense ferocity.
I still have more ahead of me; I am sure the chupah will bring on similar emotions. But tonight, I have begun a mission and been imbued with a new sense of purpose and destiny. I will bring these with me to the wedding, and G‑d willing, into everything my husband and I will do for the rest of our lives. With new beginnings come new chances, opportunities, optimism. I pray that G‑d allows us to make the most it. But now, I must sleep; there will be lots to do tomorrow. Mazal Tov, and goodnight!
By Gavriella Lerner More articles...
Gavrialla is a senior at Stern College for Women majoring in English, and lives in Queens with her husband.
"But whyyyyyyyy did Mommy go in without us?" I was three years old, and I had been very excited when, in their inability to secure a babysitter, my parents had let me come along in the car for their drive to the West Side. I was excited for all the fun, grown-up activities that I was going to be included in that night. We stopped in front of a rather nondescript building and my mother left the car to go in, leaving my father and I behind. Suddenly, this outing was not so fun anymore. As I whined out my question, my quick-thinking father replied, "Mommy has to go to the ladies' club. She will only be there a little bit. We have to wait here because we are not ladies." Even at three, I shared his trait of quick-thinking and responded, "You are not a lady, but I am! You call me your 'little lady' all the time!" He smiled and laughed at both my wit and my innocence and replied, "You are my little lady, but the ladies' club in not for little three-year-old ladies; it is for grown-up married ladies. Please G‑d, when you are a grown-up married lady, you will join the club." By the time the conversation was over, my mother had returned to the car. I had no more questions that evening, and it would be a decade or so before I would know about the physical cycle that necessitates the use of the ladies' club, as well what happens in there.
I wanted my mother to be there as I began this special journey in my lifeSeventeen years have passed since that night with my parents in the car. Much has changed since then. I have younger brothers now; my mother no longer has to travel to West Side because Chabad has opened up a lovely new "branch" of the ladies' club on the East Side, and, most importantly, I was just inducted into the club a few hours ago. My mother accompanied me on this special mission. Weeks of preparing, planning, and studying have all come down to tonight, and I wanted my mother to be there as I began this special journey in my life and my relationship with G‑d and the Jewish People. We were escorted to the special bridal room, reserved for brides who are entering the club for the first time. After I bathed, my mother, who is a seasoned member of the club, made sure I properly prepared by flossing my teeth, combing my hair very carefully, scrubbing behind my ears, and cutting my nails. She gave me helpful hints, because she knows better than I do after the hundreds of times she has done this. As soon as she was satisfied that I was ready for my "initiation," we pressed the button to call the attendant.
I was all ready to jump into the warm, inviting water, but the mikvah attendant wanted to go over some final details first, like how to fully immerse, not to squeeze my eyes tight, or clench my fists, and to make sure my feet leave the bottom for a split second. Then, she took a few minutes to explain to me that my time in the water would be a particularly auspicious time for prayer, and that I should enter with the proper kavanah, concentration. She also explained some of the deeper meanings behind the journey I was about to embark on. My mother beamed proudly the entire time, so happy to be initiating her eldest into this finest, most special of clubs. The water felt magical; it took all of thirty seconds to be finished dunking, but it was the most special and intimate thirty seconds I have experienced in my entire life until now. As recommended by the mikvah attendant, I spent a few more minutes alone in the water, praying to G‑d, and feeling closer than I ever had before, and I felt like I suddenly knew so much more about life and about my Creator, than I ever could have had the chance to before. I felt like my soul had been cleansed, even more deeply than my body.
She felt the pride of a mother who has done something rightAfter drying off and getting dressed, my mother met me outside to bestow the parental blessing on me, praying that I should be like our fore-mothers Sarah, Rebecca, Leah, and Rachel. She sobbed as she said it, for the moment was bitter-sweet for her. It was bitter, because in just a few short hours, she would be giving me away and sending me off to begin a new life with my husband; bitter because being a woman in her early fifties, she knew that as I begin an affiliation with this wonderful club that will, please G‑d, last many years, her own trips to the ladies club were numbered. It was sweet because she had been privileged to experience this special event with me, her only daughter, just us, no husband, and no little brothers. But most of all, it was sweet because of her past. You see, the chain of our mothers had been broken for a few generations; my mother did not even know of the existence of the ladies' club until she and my father had been married for over a year. She rekindled that lost flame, and now knows that she has also successfully transmitted it to the next generation. There is hope that the break that happened before will, with G‑d's help, never happen again. She felt the pride of a mother who has done something right, as she watches her daughter eagerly follow in her footsteps. We both felt connected to our foremothers from generations past, who guarded this club and its regulations with the most intense ferocity.
I still have more ahead of me; I am sure the chupah will bring on similar emotions. But tonight, I have begun a mission and been imbued with a new sense of purpose and destiny. I will bring these with me to the wedding, and G‑d willing, into everything my husband and I will do for the rest of our lives. With new beginnings come new chances, opportunities, optimism. I pray that G‑d allows us to make the most it. But now, I must sleep; there will be lots to do tomorrow. Mazal Tov, and goodnight!
By Gavriella Lerner More articles...
Gavrialla is a senior at Stern College for Women majoring in English, and lives in Queens with her husband.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
When He's Not Prince Charming
Living with Your Bashert by Sara Chana Racliffe for Chabad
G‑d knows you and your spouse intimately. Your spouse is, in fact, your "bashert" – the soul chosen to accompany your soul on life's journey. Your spouse - your spiritual partner, your other half – is there to help you develop YOUR potential. One's bashert is not necessarily a feel-good buddy. One's bashert can be someone who gives you quite the run for your money. He or she can irritate you to bits until you learn to be more tolerant, patient or understanding. He or she can hurt your feelings constantly until you learn to love yourself more. He or she can walk all over you until you learn to be assertive. He or she can ignore you until you learn to stand up and fight for what you want. Your spouse can draw you into dysfunction and despair until you learn to give others space to be themselves and do their own work. In other words – if you haven't quite got my drift – your spouse, even through his or her bad behavior, can help you perfect your character, correct imbalances and achieve what you never would have otherwise achieved. This, in fact, is one of the purposes of marriage – to help us grow.
G‑d knows you and your spouse intimately. Your spouse is, in fact, your "bashert" – the soul chosen to accompany your soul on life's journey. Your spouse - your spiritual partner, your other half – is there to help you develop YOUR potential. One's bashert is not necessarily a feel-good buddy. One's bashert can be someone who gives you quite the run for your money. He or she can irritate you to bits until you learn to be more tolerant, patient or understanding. He or she can hurt your feelings constantly until you learn to love yourself more. He or she can walk all over you until you learn to be assertive. He or she can ignore you until you learn to stand up and fight for what you want. Your spouse can draw you into dysfunction and despair until you learn to give others space to be themselves and do their own work. In other words – if you haven't quite got my drift – your spouse, even through his or her bad behavior, can help you perfect your character, correct imbalances and achieve what you never would have otherwise achieved. This, in fact, is one of the purposes of marriage – to help us grow.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Heather Vreeland & AtlantaBridalBlog.com
Heather's Book Review of "Wedding Chic" Enjoy!
http://www.atlantabridalblog.com/2008/09/book-review-wedding-chic.html
Book Review: Wedding Chic
Wedding Chic: The Savvy Bride's Guide to Getting More While Spending Less by Nina Wildorf, author of City Chic: An Urban Girl's Guide to Livin' Large on Less is a must buy for newly engaged brides.This book will give you straightforward advice and a list of costs to keep in mind when wedding planning. Wildorf speaks from her own experience planning a cheap chic wedding and from numerous friend's experiences. She gives straightforward tips about how to keep costs low like buying high-end makeup, getting a lesson from the makeup counter, practicing and doing it yourself instead of paying a makeup artist the exorbitant fee for a day-of makeup application.Through the pages of the book, brides will learn how to avoid getting bullied by professionals, find the best planner for their pennies, get the most bloom for their buck, make saving on their photographer a snap and create a booze budget and wedding menu at palatable prices.And we personally think that Wildorf would have been wild about AtlantaOccasions.com especially since she's cost conscious and looks for ways to get the most out of her money. We give this book two bouquets way up!
Posted by Heather Vreeland at 3:00 PM
About Me
Heather Vreeland
Atlanta, GA, United States
I'm the brains behind AtlantaOccasions.com.
Atlanta Wedding Vendors
Wendell Coffe Golf & Event Center
Kendrick House
Le Bam Event Venue
Southern Oaks
Socially Write
Atlanta Music Company
Joel Restaurant
Chelsea Floral Designs
Some Previous Blog Posts from Heather!
Great Wedding Gift Idea: Original Artwork
Spare the Wad
Wedding Wow: Seating in the Round
Book Review: Wedding Chic
Welcome Brides!
New Info Coming Soon!
http://www.atlantabridalblog.com/2008/09/book-review-wedding-chic.html
Book Review: Wedding Chic
Wedding Chic: The Savvy Bride's Guide to Getting More While Spending Less by Nina Wildorf, author of City Chic: An Urban Girl's Guide to Livin' Large on Less is a must buy for newly engaged brides.This book will give you straightforward advice and a list of costs to keep in mind when wedding planning. Wildorf speaks from her own experience planning a cheap chic wedding and from numerous friend's experiences. She gives straightforward tips about how to keep costs low like buying high-end makeup, getting a lesson from the makeup counter, practicing and doing it yourself instead of paying a makeup artist the exorbitant fee for a day-of makeup application.Through the pages of the book, brides will learn how to avoid getting bullied by professionals, find the best planner for their pennies, get the most bloom for their buck, make saving on their photographer a snap and create a booze budget and wedding menu at palatable prices.And we personally think that Wildorf would have been wild about AtlantaOccasions.com especially since she's cost conscious and looks for ways to get the most out of her money. We give this book two bouquets way up!
Posted by Heather Vreeland at 3:00 PM
About Me
Heather Vreeland
Atlanta, GA, United States
I'm the brains behind AtlantaOccasions.com.
Atlanta Wedding Vendors
Wendell Coffe Golf & Event Center
Kendrick House
Le Bam Event Venue
Southern Oaks
Socially Write
Atlanta Music Company
Joel Restaurant
Chelsea Floral Designs
Some Previous Blog Posts from Heather!
Great Wedding Gift Idea: Original Artwork
Spare the Wad
Wedding Wow: Seating in the Round
Book Review: Wedding Chic
Welcome Brides!
New Info Coming Soon!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Ready, Set, Down the Aisle
Dear Brides, Are you taking care of yourself? Getting enough sleep? Eating well? Exercising? I know you've heard it before, but these simple things can make you feel good and ease the tension and stress that come up while you are planning your wedding.
Also, another tip: Pause before answering. You know what I mean. If you don't, you may say things you don't mean. When two families and friends are involved in a big affair like this, everyone's emotions will be triggered, especially yours. Wait before answering, or say, "I'll get back to you." It's amazing how even a few minutes may change your perspective.
And, remember what your mother always told you, "Beauty is as beauty does." If you are a Bridezilla, you are preparing to be a Wifezilla -- You know what I am talking about. Don't make him start having second thoughts before the wedding because you are screaming, crying, and carrying on. A bad wedding prep does not bode well for a good marriage. So, begin with the end in mind, and know that the Perfect Wedding you want includes a calm, happy Bride! Go do it!
Also, another tip: Pause before answering. You know what I mean. If you don't, you may say things you don't mean. When two families and friends are involved in a big affair like this, everyone's emotions will be triggered, especially yours. Wait before answering, or say, "I'll get back to you." It's amazing how even a few minutes may change your perspective.
And, remember what your mother always told you, "Beauty is as beauty does." If you are a Bridezilla, you are preparing to be a Wifezilla -- You know what I am talking about. Don't make him start having second thoughts before the wedding because you are screaming, crying, and carrying on. A bad wedding prep does not bode well for a good marriage. So, begin with the end in mind, and know that the Perfect Wedding you want includes a calm, happy Bride! Go do it!
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