Bar Mitzvah

My son's Bar Mitzvah is in a little more than a month. I'm weeping. As we prepare for the big day, it is becoming very apparent to me that he is really becoming a man. His story began in a toilet. He was born at 24 weeks gestation. For the uninitiated, the average gestation is 40 weeks. He was tiny. I was in the hospital and unbeknownst to anyone, even the doctors who thought they had everything under control, I was in labor. I thought I need to poo and instead, had a baby. So you see, he really was born in a toilet. I'll share more of that story as the real day approaches. I've been gathering pictures for a slide show and it has brought back many memories. I didn't think he would ever grow. He has always been so tiny. In my mind he is still that little red baby in the warming bed. I've been weeping as I look at all the changes he has made. He is getting tall and goofy, running into walls and corners. His voice cracks and he has a definite teenage smell about him. He has a definite sense of right and wrong, modest and immodest, good and bad. He has preferences and expressions of speech that are all his own, not a reflection of a choice I made for him. We picked out his invitations together and he chose the wording and verse. I am so proud of the young man he is becoming. He really is ready for this change in status in the community and in the eyes of his family and God.