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| Actual Image from Bar-Mitzvah Liz on left, daughter on right. |
Shortly after I let the world into my gender closet, I had to hitch up my new big girl panties and get in the game. Under big time fire.
What happened was, just after I came out to my daughter just happened to closely coincide with my oldest grandson's Jewish Bar-Mitzvah. Little did I know at the time how closely I would be involved.
What happened was, since I was one of the grandparents, I actually had a small part to read at the formal ceremony at their temple.
Fortunately, I had plenty of experience in public speaking from my old radio days so I wasn't afraid of getting back up in front of a crowd of people. Plus, I thought, how many people would show up anyhow and this would be my first chance to interact with many strangers for the first time as a transgender woman. No pressure, right????
When the time quickly rolled around, I was surprised how many people showed up for the ceremony. The rows of pews quickly were filling up along with my anxiety. What would all the strangers think of me and especially, what would my grandson. Finally, it was my turn to speak my part of the ceremony and there was no turning back. Naturally I was petrified and tried to hold back my panic. To make a long story short, the presentation I gave went by in a split second and nobody in the audience seemed to pay any attention to me anyhow as far as my gender presentation went.
After I was tossed into the fire, I was warmly greeted by the Rabbi who welcomed me into the ceremony plus, later I had the opportunity to meet her again at the party which was held afterwards. Of course the party was my chance to wind down and relax following my brief but intense place in the spotlight.
On the way home, when I could finally breathe again, I marveled on how completely I was accepted by my daughter's new religion. I'm far from an expert on the difference in Jewish faith's but I think her temple is part of the Reformed Jewish religion. Since that time, I have been easily accepted by all of her in-laws, so that must be the case.
When I thought of the entire occasion later, I came to the conclusion of when you are going to jump into the fire, do it all the way.
And finally, the best part was my grandson seemed to be really proud of me for participating as my authentic self. Lesson learned from being a good role model.
I don't write it nearly enough, but thanks to all of you who stop by to read my writings. Your input makes it all worthwhile!
