The greatest Showwoman
I recently went to watch “the greatest showman” and boy was it an uplifting movie that left me with this good feeling, where all differences were embraced, where values of family and love are learned and the music just incredible.
It had me thinking about life. It had me thinking about the Jewish woman, about how she truly is the greatest showwoman around.
Rebetzin Heller once spoke about the woman being like the description in the first paragraph of bentching. “Hazan es haolom”- She feeds the world (herself, her friends and family)
“kulo betuvo, bechain bechesed uverachamim” She does it with goodness, with graciousness, with kindness and mercy. There are so many of us that feed ourselves, our families, other families that are going through difficulties, the neglected kid that lands up in our house. Not only do we feed them, but we feed them with nutritious meals. We grind up the onions in a blender for the kids who can’t handle them, we don’t dress salads for those who don’t like them, we patiently make a bagel with cream cheese, chocolate spread and chocolate chips,we make special treats for people and we do it with love.
There are a lot of “weird and freaky looking” people on the greatest showman. We too have the unruly teenager, kids with awful manners, friends that are unpredictable, acquaintances and loved ones with a spectrum of idiosyncrasies. Yet, we sing our own frequency and add music to our lives. To G-d’s ear I’m positive a small bracha or Modeh Ani of a 3 year old sounds more glorious than the harmonious melody of the greatest showman’s cast.
We never hear the music that we create and honor it properly. We never celebrate that we are the star in the greatest show of all. Instead of a cape and hat we may wear a snood and cake battered clothing.
And yes, we women are the greatest showwomen!