a binding mitzvah – a mother’s view

“And you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your might. Take to heart these instructions with which I charge you this day. Impress them upon your children. Recite them when you stay at home and when you are away, when you lie down and when you get up. Bind them as a sign on your hand and let them serve as a frontlet between your eyes” Devarim 6:5 – 8


I sit there and watch him concentrate, his forehead wrinkled with effort. My son, the eldest child of my heart, is putting on his tefillin for the first time. I have already told him to expect the tears to fall, after all I am a mother who loves so deeply. I watch him lovingly and excitedly open his tallit bag, and gently remove the two tefillin boxes with their various straps. His eyes dance excitedly as he looks up briefly to check that I am watching him. He explains what he is doing as he goes along, for my benefit as much as to remind himself what he is doing.


He rolls up his left sleeve, and folds the sleeve to be just so. He carefully removes the tefillin from its storage box, and kisses it with holy reverence. He slides it up his arm and positions it in the right place. He gives me a goofy grin as he starts to wind the straps around his arm in the time honored fashion. He redoes it a few times to make the spaces as even as can be.


I am catapulted down memory lane, remembering the day my older brother put on tefillin, the same earnest look of concentration, the same joy in participating in a man’s mitzvah. They look nothing alike, my son and his uncle, yet at that moment their eyes share the same knowledge of being accepted into a new circle, the brotherhood of MAN.


The shel yad is almost done, but the shel rosh has to be put in place before it’s all finished. Out comes the trusty tefillin mirror to aid him in placing it correctly. The sofer showed him how to use his fingers in such a way to check that it is placed properly. He looks up at me and sees the tears streaming down my face. He rolls his eyes, but gently, knowing that I wouldn’t be Ima if this didn’t touch me so deeply. He looks so proud, so thrilled with the mitzvah that will be his to do very soon. He is shining, he is performing this mitzvah with such joy and love. I am proud that I have raised him for this, that I have helped him connect with the traditions of his forefathers.


My camera is snapping away, but the pictures I see with my own eyes are indelibly traced in my soul.  What an honour and a privilege to watch my own child put on tefillin. He is finally finishing with the shel yad, and is triumphant at getting it right the first time. He stands tall and allows me to drink him in, my son the barmitzvah boy, my son who is about to become a man. Never have I witnessed such joy and simcha upon doing a mitzvah, never have I felt a part of something so huge, so tied to my Jewish identity.


At this moment he is holy, he is consecrated to G-d, we both feel G-d’s presence in this room and in our hearts. This mitzvah that he has performed, and will continue to do every week day for the rest of his life, will connect his mind and his heart and his soul to do the service of Hashem.


My wish for him is that every day that he lays tefillin he will feel the joy that he feels today, he will feel the call of the ancestors to carry on our traditions, and that he will pass these traditions on to the next generation.


Mazel Tov my son, Mazel Tov.

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10 responses to “a binding mitzvah – a mother’s view

  1. Mazal Tov to both you and your son!
    I too cried when my son put on tefillin for the first time last year (although he got all tangled up in it and I had to call our neighbor to come over and help untangle him without damaging the straps!)
    This moment, more than anything, is what you have been raising him for these last 13 years. May he always derive such joy and pride from this mitzvah every time he performs it.

  2. loving you and the boyzzzzzz so very much!

  3. Mazal Tov to both of you! I am a few years off from this experience with my son but I am sure that when the time comes, I will remember your eloquent and touching post.

  4. Mazel tov to your son and to you. It must have been such an emotional experience!

  5. Beautifully captured! Makes me think forward 5 years to the day my oldest will become Bar Mitzvah…which makes me teary. Where does the time go???

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  7. Oyyy – now I’m crying. What a beautiful post and what a beautiful moment. Years from now I am certain your son will be able to look back, read this and be so thankful to you for capturing this moment. Mazel Tov.

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  9. I just saw this post in your list of favorites and there are tears streaming down my face. This was so beautifully written. (My oldest son will be putting on Tefillin in a few months Bez”H, so that may be influencing me as I read this..)
    Enjoy all your boys as they grow into accepting more mitzvos as a man, may you have lots of Nachas.

    • I still cry every time I read it, and I have barmitzvahed two boys already. It is truly an awesome milestone. Mazal Tov in advance!

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