The Other Side of the Mechitzah

And I? I so badly wanted to tap into the joy. Yes, of course this was my job, yada yada yada.

T he magazine rack was stuffed with Yom Tov reading material. I managed to steal a few minutes (and then another few… and then another few) between cooking fish and cooking fish again.

There were quite a few stories about Simchas Torah. There was one about the candy man in shul one inspirational story about a baal teshuvah and his inner happiness and one about the cheshek for Torah reignited in a bochur’s soul. There were stories about miracles happening with the chassan Bereishis and chassan Torah and of course Kol Hane’arim.

None of the pages though were devoted to the other side of the mechitzah.

That is probably because the women’s section is often the place of spirited tantrums instead of spirited dancing. First of all my middle daughter’s morah failed to mention that the dancing does not take place in the women’s section. Hence Tantrum Number One. She wanted to dance with the flag she brought home from school. In a crowded shul.