Last night, perhaps because of the rain and the typhoon (or maybe just because I think too much), I just realized the meaning of the bar mitzvah and the fact of becoming an adult at the age of 13. It is not for the boy to realize he is now a grown up, but actually for his jewish mother to understand it. Put back into this perpective, the significant value of this event all makes sense to me now. And the fact that no mother anywhere really gets it becomes more obvious too…