Months can pass without
seeing Jill, and this week we’ve gotten together three times for three
plays. Today we see My Name is Asher Lev.
It is a sensitively acted
90-minute play. One critic describes it
best as a play about “fathers, sons, and the conflict between family tradition
and self identity.” My friend Pam had recommended it, but then warned me, “It
has a lot of religious overtones; I just want to let you know.” I think of myself as more spiritual than
religious, and not even much of the former.
Still, it is an engaging drama about the compromises we can and cannot
make, and a parent’s attempt to understand a child whose art offends his own
values.
I think of my parents and
their three daughters. None of us gave
them any real cause for concern. I would
probably be considered the most difficult one, and that’s because I was/am the
most vocal. The biggest fights I had
with my father growing up were about the length of my bangs. Seriously, we would have huge screaming
matches, with my father yelling, “How can you see anything with your bangs so
long?” Or, “Let me ask you
something. Do you honestly think your
hair looks good like that?” (I did). Fortunately
we were in sync on more important life issues.
And then I think of my son,
Alexander. I believe he doesn’t study as hard as he could. And I think he should make his bed when he’s
home. But overall, our differences are
few, and our values are similar. I'm a lucky mom.
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