I don’t think it’s a good idea, Mom wrote back. It’s time to get on with your life
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All these years later, I knew I had done the right thing. I had followed the guidance of my mentors.
Still, sitting in a shiur, hearing Rabbi Mellin explain how we have an obligation to ask for forgiveness — even when we believe we’re in the right — gave me pause.
Twenty-five years had passed since I made that decision. And in twenty-five years, my mother and I had never once discussed it.
Twenty-five years since I had left home for the first time, stepped onto a plane for the first time, on my way to seminary. I was sure it would be one long year of camp. Best of all, I’d be on my own. Away from overbearing mom. The weeks before I left were filled with her stifling care.
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