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Every Rosh HaShanah, we read of Chanah’s agonizing years of childlessness and her famous, heartfelt prayer at the Beis HaMikdash. She held her baby, Shmuel, close for only a few short years, before she gave him over to the care of Eli HaKohein, “for Hashem.” Chanah’s act — giving up her only child for the sake of his future — is one that mothers through the centuries have emulated, as they press honey cakes and kisses on their beloved sons and tremulously raise their hands to wave goodbye.
They came for her kigel, but stayed for her company. Basked in her company and found themselves growing closer to Hashem, and to each other. Rebbetzin Chaya Frankel was a pillar of kindness, a woman who touched the heavens even — or perhaps especially — as she doled out chicken soup and warmth to those who hungered for it.
When I heard about Simcha, an Orthodox wife and mother of seven who climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro, Africa’s highest mountain, my first reaction was: “Why does a religious woman need to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro? Aren’t there enough mountains in our own homes,including the one in the laundry room, to conquer? Aren’t there starving people to help?” But only thirty seconds into our interview my attitude completely turned around.
This time of year, your personal “book” is being opened and reviewed Above. Do you know what’s inside? Can you remember all your deeds and mishaps? Memoirists and those in the habit of keeping regular diaries have a real advantage: they’re practiced in the art of capturing memories