A public letter to all of my daughter’s classmates from school,
As I sat in shul this past Yom Tov, I saw my daughter’s friends come in one by one. They all had 1 or 2 children with them, some K”AH had a 3rd on the way. My daughter jumped up to help them, cooing over their lovely children, playing with them and laughing with their mothers over the chochmos that the kids are doing or saying.
And my heart is breaking because my daughter should be part of that “married group.”
She is the same age as you girls. You were together with her in school for 12 or 14 years. She was a good friend to you. You hung out for hours at our home. You studied together, you crammed together, you vented together. You ate suppers at our house. You even spent Shabbatons at our home.
She was ecstatic when you got engaged. She made sure to be at your wedding and danced with true joy for you. She tried to be helpful when you gave birth and offered a listening ear when you needed to vent about life, work or sleepless nights of childrearing.
What have you done for her? Do you actually care about her? Yes, you are busy, but is that all what it takes to forget a childhood friend who continues to be one today?
All you have to do to turn her life around is suggest a suitable bochur for her. It can be your family member or your husband’s. A friend of a friend, or cousin or classmate’s.
We all focus on many of the 10 Mivtzoim of the Rebbe. We go at great lengths to put Tefillin on a fellow Jew, hand out Shabbos candles, pay great sums for Chinuch, line up the shelves with seforim, etc.
One of the most simple Mitzvos you can do is finding your friend a shidduch. It’s the Mitzvah of Ahavas Yisroel. And the beautiful home that she will Beezras Hashem build will be to your merit that you should have success in all other Mivtzoim.
It takes 10 minutes to What’s App a friend or even calling to inquire about a shidduch for your “friend,” who wasn’t fortunate enough to get married yet and begin fulfilling her life-long dream and mission of creating a home in Israel.
It’s 10 minutes out of the 1,440 minutes there are in the day. Network with your friends, your husband with his friends. Imagine what you can accomplish. We are responsible for each other – not to mention your friends.
You are my daughter’s good friend. Why did you forget about her?
A hurting mother