“Did you also call Asher’s mother, Tzivia,” I asked, “and tell her how wonderful her son is?”
I remember tearing many a piece of lined paper from various notebooks to write those mitzvah notes on. I also recall the numerous times I stopped at a red light while driving carpool on a busy school morning and quickly marking up the other side of an old shopping list, store receipt, or hot cup lid with a mitzvah note.
It was nachas for them and nachas for me.
Now that I’m a Bubby, the mitzvah note legacy continues. I’ve written countless mitzvah notes for my grandchildren over the years. But these notes aren’t written on just any scrap of paper I can find. Perish the thought! Mothers can be harried enough to write on anything, but this Bubby sends in mitzvah notes on decoratively designed card stock.
And while I relish hearing and writing good reports about my grandchildren, somehow it’s not quite the same as hearing accolades about the adult children I poured my heart and soul into raising. It’s such a brachah to know you raised a stable, good, kind-hearted, helpful individual. I mean, we all think that of our children, but it’s nice to get confirmation from others, too!
Create a free account to keep reading.
