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hkellickSunday was Robert's Briss
A Briss, for those not of Jewish Faith, also known as the circumcision is a Jewish Tradition by which all jewish men have their foreskins removed when they are very young (on day 8, according to Jewish Tradition.)
It is part of the covenant Abraham made with God (I send you to Genesis for more information regarding this).
The briss typically takes place in the home, and that's where this post starts, about the middle of last week at our place where we're all trying to keep it together while K's mom is stressing out about the state of the house (K's mom is a neat freak. We're happy if we get the major things done like keeping the cat litter clean and the sink clean. K's mom came to our house a fit, and more so because people were expected to be there by Saturday.)
Meanwhile, we're all trying to figure out how to get everything we need.. chairs, pillow, table cloth, candles, food, etc. Dad's original plan was to come down Saturday night, go shopping with Josh and get what was needed. But no one was happy with that plan, so for a couple of days we all sort of went about our own way and got things together, a little at a time. K's mom went shopping with Kristen and got some of those things. Dad got some of those things. I ended up calling Dad up Sunday morning and going "oh, hell. I forgot about keepas!"
From the middle of last week til.. Saturday night was exhausting and a lot of trying to get things together in a hurry.
Sunday comes and I'm running around trying to get things done, going grocery shopping, and K's suddenly realizing that some lady she's never met (the mohel) is going to cut and HURT her baby and is having a meltdown over this.
(Though, if it helps, it turns out that many jewish female family members and friends had a similar fit themselves when it was their turn to let their babies be circumcised.)
Somehow, it all comes together at the very last minute. The mohel gets here and.. I won't say the ceremony was WONDERFUL, but it was OK.. for a jewish ceremony in which a little boy is circumcised.
Dad is sitting by the side sobbing his eyes out and I'm reminded once again about how E, his wife, told K that.. while dad was initially OK with just having a healthy grandchild, once we knew Robert was a boy, he realized how important it was to him to have an actual grandson who could partake in these rituals that were important to him.
In the end, there were only 8 of us: Dad, Josh, K's mom, K's "Uncle Mark", Amy, the mohel and K and I, of course.
Marc couldn't make it. That's a post all it's own. Sadly, Matt ended up feeling not so good at the last minute as well and couldn't make it, but...
it's over. The hustle, the bustle, it's all over. Now we just have to help Robert heal and move on with the rest of our life.
A Briss, for those not of Jewish Faith, also known as the circumcision is a Jewish Tradition by which all jewish men have their foreskins removed when they are very young (on day 8, according to Jewish Tradition.)
It is part of the covenant Abraham made with God (I send you to Genesis for more information regarding this).
The briss typically takes place in the home, and that's where this post starts, about the middle of last week at our place where we're all trying to keep it together while K's mom is stressing out about the state of the house (K's mom is a neat freak. We're happy if we get the major things done like keeping the cat litter clean and the sink clean. K's mom came to our house a fit, and more so because people were expected to be there by Saturday.)
Meanwhile, we're all trying to figure out how to get everything we need.. chairs, pillow, table cloth, candles, food, etc. Dad's original plan was to come down Saturday night, go shopping with Josh and get what was needed. But no one was happy with that plan, so for a couple of days we all sort of went about our own way and got things together, a little at a time. K's mom went shopping with Kristen and got some of those things. Dad got some of those things. I ended up calling Dad up Sunday morning and going "oh, hell. I forgot about keepas!"
From the middle of last week til.. Saturday night was exhausting and a lot of trying to get things together in a hurry.
Sunday comes and I'm running around trying to get things done, going grocery shopping, and K's suddenly realizing that some lady she's never met (the mohel) is going to cut and HURT her baby and is having a meltdown over this.
(Though, if it helps, it turns out that many jewish female family members and friends had a similar fit themselves when it was their turn to let their babies be circumcised.)
Somehow, it all comes together at the very last minute. The mohel gets here and.. I won't say the ceremony was WONDERFUL, but it was OK.. for a jewish ceremony in which a little boy is circumcised.
Dad is sitting by the side sobbing his eyes out and I'm reminded once again about how E, his wife, told K that.. while dad was initially OK with just having a healthy grandchild, once we knew Robert was a boy, he realized how important it was to him to have an actual grandson who could partake in these rituals that were important to him.
In the end, there were only 8 of us: Dad, Josh, K's mom, K's "Uncle Mark", Amy, the mohel and K and I, of course.
Marc couldn't make it. That's a post all it's own. Sadly, Matt ended up feeling not so good at the last minute as well and couldn't make it, but...
it's over. The hustle, the bustle, it's all over. Now we just have to help Robert heal and move on with the rest of our life.
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Date: 2010-03-01 02:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-01 03:00 pm (UTC)All the differences come down to the religious aspect of the Briss. The briss welcomes young jewish infants into the religion and is one of the two major events that happens in a young jewish man's life that MAKES him a Jew (the other being his Bar Mitzvah)
Edit to Add: Interestingly enough, the Briss is SO IMPORTANT that it's one of a very small list of activities that can be done during Jewish Sabbath.
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Date: 2010-03-01 08:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-01 08:33 pm (UTC)Yes I know.
>;)
I wondered if anyone would notice
>;)