A letter to my son going away to yeshivah for the first time: There is no greater korban for a mother than this
The thought that you are going to sleep in a room with four other friends with whom you will share your successes and your challenges your experiences and your obstacles instead of sharing them with your mother over a cup of coffee and a slice of cake frightens me
Dear Shloimy
The new zeman begins tonight. Your brown suitcase is zipped shut and you’re about to leave off to a long winter zeman. Abba is on his way back from the Kosel and he’ll be back any moment to accompany you; I’m using this time to scribble something a short note.
Maybe Tatty didn’t tell you but this morning after davening he asked me for a hundred shekel. “I’m going down to the seforim store to buy Shloimy a new Gemara Kesubos ” he said. When he told me this his eyes glowed and his voice was laced with the most sincere warmest Yiddish emotion the emotion all of Klal Yisrael has felt since Har Sinai: a father buying a Gemara for his son. As he paid the cashier and slid the Gemara into the bag Tatty murmured a quiet tefillah: May Shloimy’s cheishek be in Kesubos with its various sugyos and subjects.
With the change Tatty went into the stationery store and bought you a dark blue spiral notebook. He told me that he’s going to write a few words on the first page just the way his father Zeide did for him before his first zeman in Kfar Chassidim.
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