Personal Narrative: My Bat Mitzvah !
“Just breathe. You’ll be okay. Just imagine they’re all in their underwear. Too much, too far. Just breathe, and begin…” Okay so I was a little nervous. A lot nervous. But this was big, this was my Bat Mitzvah! Okay, start from the beginning. I was 13, and was in 7th grade. I was starting the process to become a bat mitzvah. As the weeks went by, I learned my torah portion, practiced prayers, and began to write my drash. I enjoyed meeting with my tudor, and we did so weekly. My mom kept telling me to practice more, and to write my drash, but the date seemed so far away, I had time. I met my partner Hannah, and she was awesome. We clicked, and became good friends. After practice one time, our families had dinner at a pizza place so we could all meet, and it was really fun. It was nice to be going through the process with someone else. We met with the cantar together, planned out the service, and ran through it as the day got closer. I
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It was step-up day, and we were playing games on the field with the fourth/soon to be fifth graders. I saw my dad walking towards the field, and I knew it was time to get ready. I said goodbye to my friends and they wished me good luck. I was really excited to see my family coming in for the evening shabbat services. We headed up to the temple, and take some pictures with my grandparents and cousins. I greeted an endless amount of relatives, family friends, and people I have never met before. The service was beautiful, and the wine (grape juice for me) and challah were passed out. Dinner was served in an adjacent building where we visited with relatives from all over the country. First cousins, second cousins, third cousins twice removed, you name it. Uncles, aunts, great uncles and aunts and of course my grandparents all join us for a delicious dinner. We all talked and caught up, and it made me more comfortable to see that my family was there to support me, and I was excited for
It was step-up day, and we were playing games on the field with the fourth/soon to be fifth graders. I saw my dad walking towards the field, and I knew it was time to get ready. I said goodbye to my friends and they wished me good luck. I was really excited to see my family coming in for the evening shabbat services. We headed up to the temple, and take some pictures with my grandparents and cousins. I greeted an endless amount of relatives, family friends, and people I have never met before. The service was beautiful, and the wine (grape juice for me) and challah were passed out. Dinner was served in an adjacent building where we visited with relatives from all over the country. First cousins, second cousins, third cousins twice removed, you name it. Uncles, aunts, great uncles and aunts and of course my grandparents all join us for a delicious dinner. We all talked and caught up, and it made me more comfortable to see that my family was there to support me, and I was excited for