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He may be taller than me, but he is still my child.

He may be wider than me, but he is still my little boy.

His voice may be deep, and his beard growing in, but he is still my young son.

That is why, when crossing the parking lot to the car from the supermarket I put my arm in front of him to hold him back when I saw a car coming. To protect my child. It’s instinctive. But yet, apparently embarrassing when you are almost 16.

When I was around his age, I was in the car…

Yep. That’s what I am suffering from. We planned the barmitzvah for almost a year. It took over every non-working waking moment for the past couple of months, and I put so much time effort and energy into making it a barmitzvah fit for a prince and his blended royal family. It paid off, handsomely. But after the adrenalin rush, comes the slump.

Now I am totally wiped. I am exhausted and just want to sleep. The blues are nipping around my heels but I am banishing them. Pesach is…

Here is my speech from my son’s awesome barmitzvah this past Shabbat.

Kvod HaRav, Honoured Guests.

Every simcha is special, and this one is no different. We’re old hands already at this barmitzvah gig, this being the third in a series…. So far we have managed to have each barmitzvah at a different location, which leaves me wondering where we will be holding Prince Chatterbox’s – but we have four years to think about that. Four years is an eternity when you think about how…

I have to tell you, I could not have pulled off this barmitzvah without the KoD. He has been my rock and my support, my sounding board, and my comfort. He provided reason and rationality where I was emotional and perhaps not seeing the bigger picture (I did get a teensy bit stressed once or twice). He balances me. He completes me. His unconditional love surrounds me daily. I am in total awe of him.

I am also thankful to my ex-husband. How hard it must be to come to a…