A few Sundays ago, it was “Daddy
Day”. I had the opportunity to spend the day with our children while my wife
was busy. I had the great idea of taking
the kids horseback riding. I found a place, made a phone call and spoke to the
horse stables. The individual explained to me the physical requirements: age,
height, length of inseam etc. Our 13 and
11 year old satisfied all the requirements. Our nine year old was too young,
and his inseam was maybe 1 ½ to 2 inches too short. I explained to him that we would try and go
anyway but I needed him to lie. He
looked up at me and I could see the worry on his face. I asked him what was wrong.
“You and mommy don’t get mad when I lie.”
I reminded him that he routinely tells lies when we ask him if he washed his
hands when he leaves the bathroom or if his homework was finished and he would
say “yes”. He quickly explained that
those are very different cases because “you know I am lying and basically I am
playing a game. This is different.”
However he wanted to go horseback riding so he went along. I told him that he was now 10 instead of 9.
He was in 5th grade and not 4th grade. He was born in
2003 and not in 2004. I reminded him to just answer the questions that are
asked. On our way to the stables, we practiced. “How old are you?” “Ten”. “What grade are you in?” “ 5th
grade”. “What year were you born?” “2003”.
I reminded him that when he is asked these questions, he needs to look straight
ahead at the person and just answer the way we practiced. Well when we arrived, the woman who ran the
stables asked our son how old he
was. He blinked for a long time, he
took a deep breath, and looked straight up toward the ceiling and
answered in one breath, “I am 10, I was born in 2003, and I am in 5th
grade.” His sisters and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes and thought
the same thing. “What a bad liar!” It turned out that he didn’t fit into the
stirrup anyway so we never went horseback riding. When we told Mommy about the incident, she was so proud that he was
such a bad liar.
This Shabbat we read from Parshah
Toldot. This Parshah serves as a transition from the narratives of Avraham to the upcoming narratives of Yaakov. This
one Parshah focuses upon Yitzchak and Rivka’s struggle to have children, the
ensuing twin sons that are born: Yaakov and Esav, Yitzchak receiving the same
blessing re-affirmation of the covenant that Avraham received, Esav’s selling
his birthright and then Rebecca scheming with her son Yaakov to trick Yitzchak
into giving Yaakov the Blessing of the first born. The Parshah concludes with Yaakov receiving
the Blessing and then being forced to flee for his life because of his brother’s
wrath.
When Esav comes to get his
blessing, Yitzchak, the father, tells his son, the son whom he intended to
bless states: Vayomer Bah Achicha B’Mirmah Vayikach Birchatecha – He (Yitzchak) said, Your brother came B’Mirmah (in guile, in fraud) and took your blessing.
The statement suggests that Yaakov coldly and callously stole Esav’s
blessing. However in reality Yaakov reluctantly went along with his mother,
Rebecca’s, plan. When Yaakov heard his
mother’s plan, Yaakov responded with caution Ulai YeMusheini Avi V’Hayita V’Einav
Kimtatei’ah V’Heiveiti Alai K’lalah V’Lo Bracha – Perhaps my father will feel me, and I shall be as a mocker in his eyes;
I will therefore bring a curse upon myself rather than a blessing (27:12).
Yaakov recognizes the shortcomings in the plan and recognizes that there is a
real risk to being caught in a web of deceit.
. After his mother re-assures him
that she will take responsibility, Yaakov goes and brings meat for his mother
to prepare, VaYeilech VaYiKach Vayavei L’Imo.
The Talmudic Sages in Breishit Rabbah offer an insight into Yaakov’s reluctance
to go along with his mother’s plan. They
explain very simply and succinctly Enos
V’Chafuf U’Bocheh – Under duress,
bent and weeping. From this comment, the Talmudic sages suggest that Yaakov
was deeply troubled, caught between not wanting to deceive his father and not
wanting to disappoint his mother. Yes he
ultimately went along with his mother’s plan, but did so unenthusiastically and
hesitatingly.
When I listened to our son, tell
his mom what I had asked him to do, it was quite evident that I had put him
into an uncomfortable position, a position that he was not yet ready to
assume. Needless to say I was quite
proud that his conscience bothered him about such a white lie. He still claims
to have washed his hands when he leaves the bathroom when indeed he hasn’t. He
still tells us that he finished his homework, when he hasn’t. However I realize the discomfort and the
trepidation that I caused my son was a result of the fact that I asked him to do
something that we otherwise deem as inappropriate. I suppose my son taught me a
valuable lesson.
Peace,
Rav Yitz