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A House of Hopes

A House of Hopes

Mikvah and motherhood: Frankly, I never thought I'd enter either institution.

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Excerpted from "Total Immersion: A Mikvah Anthology", edited by Rivkah Slonim.

Etymology fascinates me. Take my name, for example. Chava, the biblical name for Eve, means mother of all living. As a little girl, I remember learning from my parents that names are very meaningful. Quoting the Talmudic sages of long ago, they told me that parents are granted a moment of prophecy when they choose their newborn's name.

I took their words to heart. Surprisingly, children have always made me weak in the knees. The fact that a 1955 bout with polio made me very weak in the knees never deterred me from my dreams of motherhood. My name was prophetic; surely it would contribute to my destiny.

But in spite of my name's all-embracing quality, it looked unlikely that anyone would want to embrace me or, consequently, that I would ever know the joy of embracing a child of my own. So, in spite of my reputation as a disability rights activist, I hardly protested when the entrance to my home town's new mikvah boasted a long stairway. Mikvah and motherhood: Frankly, I never thought I'd enter either institution. The barriers to the first were architectural; the barriers to the second, attitudinal. Together, they made me feel -- not always, but often enough -- powerless, insignificant, and isolated.

In His infinite mercy, the Master of the Universe felt my pain and, through the subtlest of orchestrations, sent me a wonderful husband. Today, mikvah and motherhood are two responsibilities I embrace with infinite joy. And now that the privilege and pleasure of using the mikvah is mine, I find myself once again intrigued by etymology.

Mikvah reminds me that God can transform trouble into triumph in the blink of an eye.

The word mikvah means a gathering of water, as stated in Genesis (1:9): "Let the waters be gathered below the heavens to one place." For me, this verse evokes an image of powerless, insignificant, isolated droplets of water converging and ultimately becoming a mighty force. Maybe that is why the mitzvah of Mikvah is so precious to me: It reminds me that God can transform trouble into triumph in the blink of an eye. It reminds me that having a disability is not tragic. What's tragic is the stigma people attach to disability. What's tragic is being isolated, being left out. And Mikvah -- derived from the concept of gathering -- subtly reminds all of us that we must prevent that tragedy by gathering in each member of our community.

Mikvah is also linked to the word hope. It is the place where tikvot, "hopes," reside. How many of us have come to the mikvah to pour out our hopes to God? And isn't it interesting that for our tevilah, "immersion," and the tefillah, "prayer," accompanying it to be kosher, we have to stand before God just as He made us? He cares about our hopes, attaching no stigma to physical imperfections, be they large or small.

My first mikvah visit fulfilled a lifelong hope for marriage. On scores of subsequent trips, the mikvah renewed my hope that someday my husband and I would be blessed with a child. For six years, the fulfillment of that hope eluded us. I'd pray for other women struggling with infertility -- partially, I confess, to hang my hopes on the Talmudic principle that one who prays for a friend is answered first.

One thing I could never hope for was privacy. Like many women, I cherish the anonymity surrounding the mikvah experience. But ironically, whenever I have to go to the mikvah, sometimes as many as eight women know about it, simply because of the help I need getting to and from, and in and out of, the mikvah, not to mention my wonderful neighbors' busy schedules.

Before experiencing the miracle of seeing my hopes for a child -- indeed, for children - fulfilled, there were many emotional mikvah visits. As the seasons turned, I felt like a member of the U.S. Postal Service: "Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet, nor hail..." would deter me from my "appointed rounds." There had been rainy trips and snowy trips. There had been Friday nights and Seder nights, Purim nights, Rosh Hashanah nights, and post-Yom Kippur visits. Many were somber, tension-filled experiences. But one visit stands distinctly apart. It occurred on a winter evening, two years before our first child was born. Our mikvah lady greeted me with a solemn face.

"You shouldn't have come tonight," she disclosed in her thick European accent, " We have a terrible problem. In fact, you should go straight home."

My heart sank. Preoccupied with infertility, I believed timing was everything; a day lost could mean a month lost.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She replied, "Our heater broke. The mikvah water is ice cold."

I burst out laughing. "Is that all? I thought you were going to tell me that the mikvah had no water!"

Needless to say, I took the plunge.

The mikvah waters transform me from a woman with four atrophied limbs into a ballerina!

And, time after time, I feel the exhilaration of that plunge. The mikvah waters transform me from a woman with four atrophied limbs into -- honest to God -- a ballerina! For a few glorious moments, my arms extend effortlessly. And as I ascend unassisted the three bottom-most steps, I marvel at the miracle of human grace and motion.

Of course, with one more step, gravity returns. The mood, however, is anything but grave as my helper assists me up to the landing, back to our room, and into my clothing. Our conversation, ranging from the sublime to the ridiculous, flows so easily ("We've got to stop meeting like this," we often tell each other, sotto voce). It is inevitably the end of a long day. I ought to exhausted; I'm thoroughly energized.

The mikvah waters are the primary source of my renewed energy. But coming in a close second is the mikvah bulletin board, whose array of business cards and announcements never fails to dazzle me as I head for the blow dryers. Promoting the services of psychiatrists, swimming instructors, social workers, and seamstresses; podiatrists, pianists, and public relations consultants; attorneys, artists, and advertising executives; caterers, cardiologists, and calligraphers, it puts to rest the stereotype some slap on those women committed to the mitzvah of Mikvah: "victims" of an "archaic, oppressive, offensive ritual." The way I see it, these women resemble the mikvah waters: a mighty force to reckon with, even if they enter this house of hopes one by one, with anonymity, without fanfare.

Perhaps that is why many women conclude their mikvah immersion with the Yehi Ratzon prayer, a plea for the rebuilding of the Temple in Jerusalem. They are busy women, but not too busy to shift their gaze from a tiny, holy house of hopes -- where they pour out their personal dreams and dilemmas -- to the holiest house of all, whose reconstruction will coincide with a universal dream come true and the resolution of all dilemmas:

 

"Behold, I will bring them from the northern land and gather them from the ends of the earth, among them people who are blind and lame, pregnant and childbearing mothers together; a great congregation will return here." (Jeremiah 31:8)

 

I believe that glorious gathering will occur because of the women who, month after month, generation after generation, have whispered this prayer, relinquishing their claim on God's personal attention for a greater cause. Surely, in their merit, God will never relinquish His People. Surely, in their merit, God will rebuild His house of hopes.

Chava Willig Levy dedicates this essay to her mother, Ella Willig, of blessed memory, "the first person to immerse me in mikvah waters and surely the person who prayed the hardest for that miraculous moment's arrival."

Excerpted from "Total Immersion: A Mikvah Anthology", edited by Rivkah Slonim. To order a copy, email: rslonim@chabadofbinghamton.com

 

Published: January 15, 2012


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Visitor Comments: 20

(20) Heather, February 17, 2013 4:01 AM

thanks for sharing

This was such a touching story...thanks so very much for sharing! Blessings

(19) Anonymous, June 14, 2012 11:11 PM

This woman is incredible!

To meet her in person and hear her real, open, honest, spiritual and uplifting perspectives on life is a privilege and an honor.

(18) Basya Neilson, January 17, 2012 3:57 AM

A blessing and a challenge

Thank you for this truly inspirational article. It's really eye opening. Going to toivel is a very personal experience and reinforces the connection between woman and G-d. We can't hide behind our clothes and we're all the same, similar to Tu B'Av. Sometimes getting to the mikvah, especially on Shabbos or Yom Tov, can be challenging. The temptation to push it off can be overwhelming. Reading about someone that had to work hard all the time to get to do this precious mitzvah, should be an inspiration to everyone to do your best to go, no matter what. I am so grateful that I don't have to travel too far to go, as many people in the old days and even today do. We really are spoiled. Unfortunately, the distance to the mikvahs in our area are challenging for some people. It is also a safety issue for people that end up walking alone, while the streets are deserted. I've always felt protected, but it would be so much better to not have the risk at all.

(17) Susan, January 15, 2012 7:19 PM

You're awonderful

Dear Chava Willig Levy, I heard you speaking many years ago to a singles group about how you met your husband. You're always always an inspiration. Wishing you everything good.

(16) Anonymous, August 22, 2006 12:00 AM

amazing!

This article was really great and very inspiring! I would love to be able to read more articles by this auuthor!

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