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Opinion

How I became a Jewish convert

October 18, 2011 14:02
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Towards the end of his career, the late, great Jack Rosenthal wrote a television play called Eskimo Day, about the feelings of dislocation and emptiness that come when you see your children off to university, letting them go out into the big world without you. Quite a lot of people reading this column have, I suspect, experienced Eskimo Day in the past month.

For me, it's still a while off. But I have had a small taste of it. Because, this month, my eldest son went to secondary school for the first time. And it was a wrench to watch him go, with his huge rucksack, carrying his rugby kit and his own text-books.

Lots of thoughts went through my head about the experiences he still has to come but it did also make me reflect on the extraordinarily close community that he has now moved on from - the Moriah Jewish day School, where he attended primary school and where we still have two boys.

It hadn't been our intention, originally, to send them to a Jewish school. I hadn't been to one and, frankly, the idea hadn't occurred to me. I worried we'd be sealing them off from the world. But when we considered our options in the area, it soon became obvious that the best choice was Moriah. And - here's the thing - that the reason for that was precisely its Jewish nature.