Although the brachah of the Kohanim doesn’t require the merit of mitzvos, it still requires something

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My father z’’l was a champion bentsher. According to the yekkish minhag, he bentshed all his kids Friday night, Shabbos day, and after Havdalah. And every time we went away overnight and every long-distance phone call and every momentous occasion. You get the picture. My mother, on the other hand, bentshed us when the spirit hit her. I follow her minhag.
I’ve bentshed my kids before they went on an overnight hike, the first day of the zeman, as they’ve gone into labor.
Because my brachos are of the more spontaneous sort, they’re accompanied by whatever emotion I’m feeling at the time: Wow, my little boy is starting yeshivah. Help, my daughter’s trekking through the woods at night! (I will not discuss my emotions as my daughter goes into labor.)
But always, as I place my hand on that child’s head, I’m overcome with love and gratitude that this child is mine to bless.
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