We were attending Reconstructionist Family Camp, a
trial program that year at the National Havurah Institute, a gathering
of individuals and families wanting a more intimate Jewish experience.
Each adult was partnered with a child as hevruta "study
partner." Each pair would do a presentation to the group on what we
ultimately studied together. A precocious and bright nine year old girl,
Ronya Geller, picked me as her partner.
OK" she says, "How about
mothers." (Oh, no, I think to myself, there is not one
mother-daughter dialogue in the whole of the Torah. This is going to
be very disappointing for her.)
"Which mothers?" I ask.
"How about Abraham’s
mother?" (OY VEY, she is never mentioned.)
"What about Abraham’s mother
would you like to know?"
"Well, I was thinking he must
have been such a difficult child to raise. Always questioning the
value of things, mocking his father’s idols, wrecking them.
Probably spent she gave him a lot of time-outs!"
"Sure sounds that way. And how
did she feel with him speaking out loud to a god she’d never heard
of and couldn’t see!"
"I bet she told her friends
that he is a gifted child, that he would discover and invent things
they couldn’t even imagine! But rabbi, don’t you think it
was terrible that he ran away from home? Wasn’t his mommy very
sad? Do they ever see each other again? What does the Torah
say?"
"She isn’t mentioned in the
Torah. No one remembers her name. I think you have done a great
mitzvah, bringing her back to life - we should write down our ideas
about her story."
"No one remembers Abraham’s
Mother’s name!?"
(Silence.)
"Reb Goldie."
"Yes."
"What about Lot’s wife, is that
the only name she got?"
"I’m afraid so."
"It says she was turned into a
pillar of salt because she looked back."
"What do you think that means? Why
was it bad to look back?"
"Reb Goldie, I know why the Torah
says Lot’s wife turned into a pillar of salt. She didn’t really
die, you see she looked back like my grandmother did during the
Holocaust and she couldn’t stop crying because of what she saw.
And she looked back to make sure all of her family was keeping up
with her and when she couldn’t find one of the children, she went
back to check.
Where she stood she left this huge pile of salt from
her tears. And maybe she really is out there somewhere in the world
still looking for one of her daughters. Because that’s what a
Jewish mother would do. And if it was my mother, I would still be
waiting for her, every day.
Rabbi, this is so sad - no one
remembers their names!"
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