And so the day after her levayah, as I watched her husband crumple in on himself, I took a kabbalah on myself. For Chemda, who had been a true tzanuah, I would cover my hair in the house.
I get headaches from snoods. I know, most women can’t wait to wear their snoods. They anxiously count down the minutes during business meetings and simchahs until they can return home and do the “Mommy-swap” right into a tichel.
I’m the opposite. I’m completely comfortable in a wig; snoods and tichels squeeze me the wrong way and the migraine slowly builds until I’m the worst version of myself.
So over the years, I started wandering around the house in a hooded sweatshirt. Sheitels were too hands-off for mommying; I couldn’t relax in them.
Yes, this didn’t provide the best coverage. Yes, the hood would fall off, and yes, this has led to some awkward moments when neighbors swung by for eggs and milk. But that was my normal, and it worked.
Create a free account to keep reading.
