This post is the last entry in Mayim’s month-long series about the Jewish aspects of divorce.
As a child, I lit two Shabbat candles with my mother
every time she lit Shabbat candles. I felt like a little Ima (mother), like they
make you pretend in preschool or kindergarten Hebrew school. It’s practice, you
know. For when you are a “real” Ima. Imas light two candles. When I got married, I had not been consistently lighting Shabbat candles for years. After leaving my parents’ home and going to college, I stopped, but I would light them with the other girls at Hillel when I attended services there and looked forward to a day when I would light them as a married woman.
I bought antique Victorian candlesticks for my wedding. I was not the typical Jewish girl so I didn’t buy the typical expensive silver kind that many religious girls dream of.
Lighting candles as a married woman was very nice and gratifying. I felt I was creating light for me and my partner in a sacred space. When my first son was born two years after I was married, I added a small candle for him, as is the custom; one for each additional child. That first time I lit that little candle for my son was a very special Shabbat. My husband and I blessed him so that he be like “Menasseh and Ephraim,” and we stumbled over the Hebrew, so new to both of our lips.
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