I had made up my mind that I was not going to cry at my son’s Bar Mitzvah. I was going to be big and strong and ridiculously mature and together and not a drop of water would fall from my eye all weekend.
I figured that I had made great headway into this dry eye territory by exhausting every single tear I had in the lead up to the occasion. Gathering photos to display on the night had taken me right back to the very first days of Little Pencil’s life and I shed a fair few tears about all those memories (where a few means about a hundred litres), I had read my speech aloud, in front of the mirror, in a myriad of accents with tears and without tears so many times I just “knew” that it wouldn’t make me cry, I had watched countless rehearsals of Little Pencil doing his thing and I had hardened myself to the point that if a tear came to the surface I could ice it with thoughts of algebra. A nifty trick you should try.
But I hadn’t counted on my husband messing the whole thing up.
It started on the Friday when I went to the airport to pick up Mr Pencil’s best friend from the airport. His friend was coming all the way from the States for only 3 days just to be with Mr Pencil for the Bar Mitzvah. We had been planning and sneaking for weeks and it was a secret from Mr Pencil. God it was a hard secret to keep – I almost stopped blogging for a month such was my desire to tell all.
We got to Mr Pencil’s office and I stuffed Best Friend and Little Pencil in the boot and called Mr Pencil to tell him to come to the car to see what had been delivered for Little Pencil. When he got to the car he opened the boot and… that’s when the first glitch in my armour was made. Mr Pencil’s reaction was pure joy – and how did he express that joy? With face water. His happiness literally spilled out of his eyes.
Fast forward to later that evening when my son danced through the synagogue service (not usually the done thing but he was filled with excitement and coincidentally rhythm that we never even knew he had) and then he sang the Friday night blessing so well that water started filling the inside of my head.
It got worse. That night we all went to my sister for dinner and my husband made a speech. Now know this first – Mr Pencil is a BRILLIANT speaker, he speaks at functions and people practically ask for his autograph, he speaks at work events and people ask him to address their board rooms. He is FUNNY and he is clever. But on Friday night he added a whole new dimension. He cried. He cried when he spoke about Best Friend, he cried when he spoke about my sister and the relationship her family have with us, he cried when he spoke about almost everyone. I leaked.
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On Saturday morning my son performed so well in the Synagogue, so confidently and so brilliantly that strangers came up to me to tell me what a confident and brilliant child I have. The praise he received was phenomenal. It’s hard not to cry when you hear that.
But the worst part was the night of the party. Picture this. The venue was perfect. The décor superb. The food astounding. The dancing sensational. The friends abundant – everything was literally picture perfect.
Then my husband stood up to make a speech. And I laughed and I laughed. I am used to laughing when my husband speaks. Did I mention that he is hysterically funny? There was not a single person who was not riveted to his words.
And then he turned and spoke about me and my son. I nearly drowned on my own tears. Seriously, little kids were crying from the emotion in his speech. He made every bit of mascara in the whole venue run.
When I stood up to give my own speech it didn’t sound even similar to one of the renditions I had practiced. I literally blubbed through it. There was not a single sentence that I didn’t cry through. Not even one.
I cried through the whole Bar Mitzvah because I have the best husband in the world. And my son is just as awesome. I am possibly the luckiest woman alive.
Dear Lana – I am a poor orphan boy – will you and your family please adopt me!
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This was such a lovely post – if only all families were like yours – the world would be a much much better place!
Thank you JJ. The family I have created is indeed awesome…. my extended family is very normal ie dysfunctional 😉
What a beautiful post, Lana. I cried when I read it so you’re spreading the emotion around:)
When it comes to my kids I’m a crier. I try not to cry but it just happens so I wear big sunglasses everywhere xo
Thank you Jay – I could have done with large, dark sunglasses on the weekend xxxx
Beautiful. You made me leak. xx
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Just gorgeous Lana, what an incredible milestone for your whole family, but particularly Little Pencil. If this isn’t a life lesson in love then I’m not sure what is. Now drink some water you’re probably severely dehydrated after all that leaking!
Thanks Lisa – I need all the water in the world xxx
Well, I cried while reading this so clearly you all have the power to reduce people to tears.
I hope your tears were as happy as mine
Oh Lana, face water indeed. What a beautiful weekend. I hope you took a gazillions mental photos so you can revisit them in your mind any time you like. I am thrilled it all went so well. x
Thank you Cat – my mind is full of very happy photo memories xx
This made me smile and wipe a tear. x
Beautiful. Just completely beautiful.
MC xo
Well I think we all love Mr. Pencil now. And Mazel Tov to Little Pencil, glad you all had a wonderful time, thanks for sharing it with us x
Thank you Carli, Mr Pencil is really very lovable, happy to “share” him. 😉 xx
Beautiful Lana. xx
We’re ALL crying now!
Crying from happiness is a wonderful thing. I’m glad it went so wonderfully.
But, now he’s a man, are you going to keep calling him Little Pencil?
He will always be my Little Pencil xx
Of course he will, to you! But will he want to be to the world 🙂
You must be so proud and after all your anxious preparation the event went so well for you! I would have been just as emotional as you 🙂
I almost cried reading this. And I’m not really a crier. So happy for you Lans!
I would have never guessed you weren’t really a crier 😉 xxxxxxxxxx
How absolutely gorgeous xx
Aw!! And now I am crying! What a lovely lovely weekend. Well done team Hirschowitz!!
Thank you 🙂
Just gorgeous. I’m so glad your weekend was shiny (with happiness and tears!).
I hope one day I can have an incredible family as yours as well.
Thanks for sharing, and congratulations to you all. You’re not only lucky to have each other, but very intelligent for you have created it with hard work, tolerance, and tons of love. For sure.
I hope you do too Viviana xx
I am very prone to face tears, especially when reading beautiful posts like this.
Thank you for joining me in tears xxx
Ah Lana. This whole Bah Mizvah journey has been such a pleasure to watch. And now I have face water reading this entry. You are such a beautiful person x
Thank you Ella xxxx
Hi Lana,
Just found your blog. Love your story on the Barmi. So funny. You wrote this piece just as I felt about the day. Xxx Mazeltov again.