By Phyllis J. Lubin
Why is time traveling so quickly? It seems that I was just a child myself, and now my children are growing up. What an auspicious time this is! The Yamim Nora’im are always a happy time in the Lubin/Davidson household because birthdays abound: My dad was born on Yom Kippur; my nephew Adin was born a week before Rosh Hashanah; my daughter Rochel came into this world the day after Yom Kippur; and Lea arrived on the scene a few days after the New Year (the 6th of Tishrei) exactly 12 years ago, officially becoming a bat mitzvah this week. I am so proud of all my children, but there is something special about being youngest of the family—she is our baby, and now our baby is growing into a mature young lady. This will be an interesting Yom Kippur indeed, since now Lea has joined the ranks of womanhood and will be part of the rest of the group grappling with the fast day. There are days when I lose track of time and forget to eat. Oftentimes I will glance at my watch and realize that it is 4 o’clock and I have not eaten since the early morning hours or sometimes even the night before. But when you are told that you can’t eat, it’s a completely different ballgame. Forgetting to eat is vastly different from not being allowed to consume even a drink of water. And so this Yom Kippur will be a new adventure for Lea. She has never fasted a full day before, so this will be quite an interesting Day of Atonement. It has been quite a year thus far. On the first day of Rosh Hashanah, my eldest son and his lovely wife gave us our first grandchild. What a wonderful way to start the New Year! A hospital nurse was kind enough to call the house at 4 a.m. this past Thursday morning to announce the news that a healthy baby boy had been born to our children. But then we had three long days to wait to actually hear details about the birth and to meet the young man. For the entire yom tov, we were in a state of euphoria and full of questions: What does the baby look like? Did my son and daughter-in-law have food to eat in the hospital? How long was the baby? What did he weigh? Practically as soon as Shabbos ended we were out the door on our way to Brooklyn while Naftali and Nina and Baby Lubin were en route from the hospital in Manhattan. My good friend Patti had just told me the previous week that there is an indescribable feeling when you hold your grandchild for the first time. This past Saturday night, I was able to experience that same indescribable moment in time. What was surreal is that the new little Lubin is the spitting image of Naftali when he was a newborn. Peering into his eyes brought me back to holding Naftali for the first time at Long Island College Hospital. What a wonder he was in the hospital nursery—with his full head of hair as his trademark. In a blink of an eye, life has fast-forwarded to this moment. This new little one has that same head of hair. But he is his own little man, this new little member of the world. He will surely make his mark in this world, just as his dad has. And this morning we celebrated the bris of this adorable grandson. As I looked around the shul, I was thrilled to see the little man’s Grandma Esther and Zayde Donald Davidson; Bubby Bernice and Zayde Isaac Lubin; Uncle Jacob Ner-David (who specially extended his trip from Israel to be in for the bris); Uncle Harris and Aunt Ora Lubin; Cousin Yaakov Lubin; Uncle Arthur Sterenbuch; all my children; and my darling husband Leib, along with other family and friends in attendance, when our newest member of the family’s name was announced: Moshe Ezra ben Naftali Tuvia. I saw my mom smiling when she heard that Moshe was named for her dad, and I can visualize my Zayde Morris (Moshe) Sterenbuch’s own smiling face. He would have loved to be here for the bris of this new addition, just as he was at both Naftali and Yussie’s brissim. But he is in the heavens now smiling down at his namesake and keeping him safe. Now that Moshe Ezra has a name, the question is by what name will he call Leib and me? I am leaning towards “Savti” and Leib is leaning toward “Saba”—but who knows for sure? Time will tell, or, more importantly, Moshe will tell us. A g’mar chatimah tovah to all my readers! Phyllis Joy Lubin is an attorney with Maidenbaum & Sternberg, LLP, who resides in Cedarhurst with her husband, Leonard. They have six children—Naftali, Shoshana, Rivka, Rochel, Yosef, and Lea—and a daughter-in-law, Nina. The author welcomes your questions and comments at MothersMusings@gmail.com.