When I was not quite young enough to be allowed to go into my parents' room whenever, and not quite old enough to understand why not, I walked in on my dad laying tefillin. I distinctly remember just how embarrassed and awkward everybody was about it.
When I was bat mitzvah and interested in this kind of stuff, Dad gave (or perma-lent) me his tefillin set. I had phases of laying and phases of being too much reminded of the horrendous embarrassment attached to the ritual. When I was about 15 a rabbi sort of laughed at me for laying tefillin to daven shacharit when I didn't know any of the other related halachot, so I stopped for years. And then I started again because of Esther and because of solidarity with you arguing with the world about whether women are allowed to write STAM, but that was well into adulthood.
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Date: 2013-03-28 08:50 pm (UTC)When I was bat mitzvah and interested in this kind of stuff, Dad gave (or perma-lent) me his tefillin set. I had phases of laying and phases of being too much reminded of the horrendous embarrassment attached to the ritual. When I was about 15 a rabbi sort of laughed at me for laying tefillin to daven shacharit when I didn't know any of the other related halachot, so I stopped for years. And then I started again because of Esther and because of solidarity with you arguing with the world about whether women are allowed to write STAM, but that was well into adulthood.