My Arguments with Boruch

Our latest argument was when he wanted me (us) to go to the second Seder on Passover (March 30, 2010). I wanted to skip the Seder as I felt that my husband and I could not go. The day before, right on the day of Boris’s transition according Jewish calendar, his dad got severely injured and we both were emotionally and physically drained.

I was already in bed, resting, when he came to me and ordered me to get dressed, take his dad and drive 25 miles at 8 p.m. to the Synagogue (Chabad of Pasadena).  Well, his request did not feel doable to me.  How could I (we) go?  I was suffering from vertigo and my husband was in pain from having a broken toe and an open wound.

So, I told Boruch that I was tired. I told him that I couldn’t do it. I told him that I couldn’t drive. Nothing helped. He insisted that I get out of bed and promised that he would give me the strength to do so. Well. He is my son who I love and trust and who always spoke the truth.

Many times before, when Daniil and Boruch  were growing up, I would tell my children that I would always believe them. I trusted my children more then I trusted anyone. So, I trusted the words of my son again. Link Link

Well, what do you know? As my Boruch promised me, he gave us both the strength. My husband and I were able to participate in the Seder that evening and not only that. All the way to the synagogue and on the way back, Boruch was constantly saying to me the following. “Mom, you are under my protection. You are under G-d’s protection. You are under G-d’s protection. You are under my protection“. Link In addition to that, every time I needed to change lanes he instructed me, as if he was the one who was operating the car. Not once did I have an episode of vertigo that night.

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