by Rabbi Rebecca Schorr for The Jewish Week
A
piece of my soul died when we decided that Ben’s autism would
necessitate a reexamination of a conventional Bar Mitzvah service.
Having guided so many young people through their studies towards
becoming Bar or Bat Mitzvah, I yearned to have the unique privilege of
preparing my own son, my firstborn, the way my father, also a rabbi, had
long ago prepared me.
Though Ben’s desire to mark this occasion
by participating in our local Walk Now for Autism Speaks was one which
we fully embraced, I mourned the demise of a fantasy: standing beside my
child as he took his place in the chain of our family’s tradition, led
his congregation in prayer, chanted from the Torah and delivered a d’var
Torah, or commentary, upon reaching the age of commandments.
Martin
Buber, one of the preeminent Jewish theologians of the last century,
divides the human experience into two categories: I-It, in which we hold
something back from another person, I-Thou, in which we share ourselves
totally. He posits that our lives are enhanced and defined by our
relationships – with our goal of being in relationship with God as the
Ultimate Thou. Between a parent and child, I-Thou moments occur more
frequently as the child matures. But parents of a child on the autism
spectrum fear they might never come.
Yet as we moved through the
weekend, I was taken aback by the abundance of I-Thou moments. At
several points, I remember thinking to myself that I was experiencing
such abject holiness and perfection that I had to emblaze it on my very
soul.
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