It’s strange.
One of the main reasons I am a bar/bat mitzvah teacher at my congregation is that those who are parents themselves aren’t exactly beating the door down for their turn at bat. In the nine or 10 months I’ve been doing it, even though I’m not a parent, I miss the class and the kids quite a bit on Saturdays I can’t make it, which are thankfully few and far between.
Take this past weekend for example.
I loved being in Chicago with my wife, spending time with her grandmother, her uncle John, and other important people in her life. It was great fun, a nice getaway and long overdue: over two years since we’d been down there ourselves. The whole weekend was memorable in good ways. But I must confess that, come Saturday morning, I missed getting up and going to Sar Shalom to teach “my kids.”
Sure, they can be challenging, hard to deal with at times and a bit of a handful. But they can also be bright and studious and full of joy. I enjoy teaching them. And it beats buying body shop supplies.
Saturday this week can’t arrive quickly enough.
Tags: bar and bat mitzvah class, body shop supplies, kids, Sar Shalom, Torah