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Mom's Awakening

I woke up feeling a little uneasy that day. I knew my daughter, Rachel, was coming home from her first year at Stern College, an Orthodox Jewish college for women in New York City. I was excited to see her but also a little anxious. I had been struggling with finding my place in life and questioning my religion lately, and I worried seeing Rachel would exacerbate my doubts.

While Rachel was away in college, she took the time to find her own path. While she was still Orthodox, she skewed more and more to the left side of the Modern Orthodox spectrum. My husband and I have tried to be as supportive as possible, yet seeing her happiness has made me question my own path in life.

I grew up in a conservative community and never questioned anything. When I met my husband at a Jewish singles event twenty-odd years ago, I fell in love, and we married young. Robbie is a wonderful husband, and he has been a great father. Despite being happy and content in my marriage, something has felt missing since I became an empty nester.

Robbie and I were still young, only forty-five, and had so much more life to live. I don't want to live it wondering if there was something out there I was missing out on.

When Rachel arrived home, she hugged me and said, "Mom, you look amazing! Is that a new skirt?"

I smiled nervously and said, "Thanks, Rachel. I've had the skirt for a while, though. You would have known if you came home more often."

I hoped a little guilt trip would distract ...

... her from my unease. While Rachel's compliment was nice, it reminded me of how stuck I felt living within the limits of what I was allowed to wear. Sure, my skirt was nice, but it was the same stereotypical long denim skirt that every mother in the community wore. I wanted something different.

"Are you okay, Mom? You look a little sad?" Rachel asked, concerned.

I put on a big smile, "Of course I am! My only daughter is home for the summer."

Rachel spent most of the night settling in and texting with her friends. Throughout the night, I found myself distracted by Rachel's new clothing. It was far from what the regular world would find provocative, just a simple pair of shorts and a tee shirt, but it was a considerable departure from the knee-length skirts that she was brought up wearing.

"I'm gonna head on up. Don't stay up too late, you two," Rob said while pecking me on the lips.

As soon as Rob was upstairs, I noticed Rachel looking at me with her big doe eyes.

"Are you sure you are okay, Mom? Is something going on between you and Dad? You guys seem fine, but I can tell you are holding something back?" Rachel said.

Rachel had always been very intuitive. It is probably why she is majoring in psychology in college. I didn't know what to say. Verbalizing how I was feeling would make it real.

Suddenly, the floodgates opened. I put my face in my hands and just started sobbing. A year's worth of doubts and isolation came out all at once. Rachel approached me, ...