HaMorah Shoshana - Kindergarten teacher, music teacher, and one of the founding teachers of SJCS – gave the following speech upon being honored at this year’s Gala.
Counting is important in Gan. Counting by twos, by fives, by tens, counting to 100. Counting in English, in Russian, Ladino, in Hebrew.
Counting is also important in the Torah. We count the days of creation, days and nights of rain, years in the desert, years of a person’s life, commandments to be received, and mitzvot to be fulfilled. There’s even a book, BaMidbar called Numbers in the Torah! And in Ba Midbar with census after census, we learn that everyone counts. Everyone is important to the community of B’nai Yisrael.
And certainly counting is important in our rabbinic history. The rabbis hold us responsible for reciting 100 blessings a day. Only 100??!! Clearly the rabbis did not count on 20 years of a certain kindergarten teacher from SJCS.
I am humbled to stand here tonight, just one teacher from among my many colleagues. But I don’t stand here alone. And that is the first blessing of my daily 100. I must count all of the people who came before me, my parents and teachers, my mentors and friends. And all of my colleagues who stand with me now in my many settings. Morah Shoshi with her humor, passion for education, and the ability to see the good in the most challenging of situations, and all the others who daily inspire me, challenge me, and re-energize my creative spirit and soul.
Everyday I feel the blessing that I have been able to spend more than a third of my life in an environment where creative thought is acknowledged, appreciated, and even more, encouraged.
Every day I remember the blessing of having been noticed. Of having been truly ‘seen.’ When she interviewed me over 20 years ago, Debbie Butler saw more in me than I saw in myself. She saw beyond the moment and in so doing opened our eyes to 20 years of possibilities.
Everyday I feel the blessing that is Joyce Shane, may her memory be for a blessing. To have been mentored by one of the 36 righteous souls- and any of us who knew her agree that she was- to be mentored by her in the ways of derech eretz, of the holiness in greeting another, of love of language, words, unconditional love, and Torah… well you can see how easy it is to get to 100.
I am blessed that my ‘work’ materials are glue, paint, a guitar, and imagination.
That I get to teach people to play.
That at SJCS we continue to focus on WHO we will be when we grow up, not WHAT we will be.
I am blessed that they figured out how to put Velcro on children’s shoes. No really. I used to say that I would teach kindergarten as long as I could bend down and tie children’s shoes. See? Velcro… easy another 10 years.
I am blessed to be a part of a larger community that cares enough to provide our children with a joyful Jewish identity that will be with them for the rest of their lives.
I am blessed to spend my ‘work’ days in pursuit of Divine connection and to be able to help others to do the same.
Albert Einstein said, “Strange is our situation here upon earth. Each of us comes for a short visit, not knowing why, yet sometimes seeming to divine a purpose.” Hmmmmm. Divining… a… purpose. A Divine purpose.
My ultimate blessing is to feel that I have divined my purpose. After years of acting training, which my parents miraculously didn’t try to dissuade me from, I drove to my first teaching job at Temple B’Nai Torah 22 years ago, thinking, “This is what I’ve been rehearsing for all my life!” Those years counted. Those hours of practice and performance counted. They prepared me for my Divine Purpose… Guiding, loving, and playing with your children.
I am honored and humbled to receive recognition for something that I believe each of us is capable of doing. Each of us can make our short visit here on this earth, in this school, in this moment, count. Just like the Israelites standing at the foot of Sinai- we can make it count for ourselves, for those who came before and for those who will come after. Each of us does count. We are B’nai Yisrael. We are the people. And this is OUR k’hillah. Our community.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for helping me find my way. For bringing me home. May we all continue to count. Ken y’hi ratzon. May it be God’s will. May it be ours!