I’m due to give birth during the last days of Elul. And I’m determined not to let my husband miss his annual trip
n paper, my life is not so different than the lives of many other Belzer families in Boro Park. I teach, my husband is in klei kodesh, we have a beautiful, growing family, kein ayin hara.
Also like many other chassidim, during Elul my husband longs to be in his Rebbe’s chatzeir. What sets my husband apart is his consistency: Since age ten, he’s never once missed spending the Yamim Noraim with the Rebbe in Yerushalayim. Even the year of the September 11 attacks, when only one plane left the US in time for Shabbos Selichos, my husband was on that plane.
Sending the man of the house off for two of the busiest weeks of the year is never simple, but apparently, that isn’t enough for me. It turns out that I’m due to give birth during the last days of Elul. And I’m determined not to let my husband miss his annual trip.
My friends whose husbands are businessmen send them off happily to earn the family’s livelihood, I reason to myself. My husband’s calling is spreading Torah, and going to the Rebbe is his pipeline, where he fills up on spiritual sustenance for the whole year.
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