The story of Moses begins with brave women.
Each of these women does something that requires guts and courage.
Yocheved, Moses' birth mother, his sister Miriam and the midwives Shifra and Puah each contribute toward the civil disobedience necessary to save this child. The last of these women is Pharaoh's daughter, who plucks Moses from the water. She gives Moses to Yocheved to be nursed and when he "has grown" he returns to the daughter of Pharaoh who raises him as her own in the house of Pharaoh.
Pharaoh's daughter is not named in the book of Exodus, but is given a name by the rabbis.
She is names Bat-Yah, of the daughter of God.
Leviticus Rabbah 1:3 The Rabbis found the name bat-yah to be fitting for the daughter of Pharaoh in the Book of Exodus, since she (unwittingly) realized the divine plan when she kept alive the rescuer of Israel. The midrash relates that the daughter of Pharaoh received her new name of Bithiah (bat-yah; literally, the daughter of God) from God as reward for her actions. God told her: “Moses was not your son, yet you called him your son; you are not My daughter, but I call you My daughter.”
The poem or the ode below is a reflection on motherhood and what the concept might mean. Motherhood can sometimes be more than the strong blood bond between mother and child.
Like so many other things, the definition of motherhood can be expanded upon in so many ways.
This piece is dedicated to my late mother-in-law, Batya Shamash. Batya, who never learned to read or write, gave birth to many daughters and sons who went on to learn and achieve. She had the courage, as a mother, to let her children go to other lands to achieve what they could not in Iran. She released them to a better life.
It is fitting that the name Batyah means "daughter of God." The Egyptian princess showed bravery and compassion when she took in a child in crisis and "became" his mother. Batya Shamash, like Yocheved, was brave enough to let her children leave her and their land of birth for a better life. It is her Azkara this week. She and the Egyptian princess share a name and have qualities in common. May their memories always be a blessing.
who boldly plucked a babe from the water.
Who chose life for him and thus created a nation.
Who did not birth him,
but loved him and led him down a path of self discovery.
To Yocheved and Miriam,
who taught us that mothers do not give up;
that bold ideas result from impossible situations
and even the most implausible scheme can sometimes succeed.
To Shifra and Puah,
who chose the path of resistance.
They modeled courage as they handed male children back to the arms of their mothers.
And to mothers who have the strength to let their children go.
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Fast forward generations.
* * * * *
There are still children in danger
who still need to be saved.
And there are still princesses,
and those in between
who save them
to this very day.
Foster mothers who pluck children from the virtual Nile;
and give them shelter, a hand and a home.
Parents who adopt infants, toddlers and adolescents,
who build bridges of love that go to the future.
Women who bear children for others who cannot.
Grandparents, family and friends who bring up that child who needs a parent.
Teachers who open up worlds for children.
Mentors who connect and role model and open doors to possibility.
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To all those mothers:
those who love as mothers,
those who care as mothers,
to those who are brave as mothers,
to those who dare as mothers,
to those who build as mothers
whether they give birth to these children or not.
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Never say that bravery exists only on the battlefield.
Bravery exists in the concept of mother.
Is there a word strong enough for those who pluck children from the Nile,
who introduce them to the world?
Who nurtures them?
Who give them strength?
Is there a word stronger than mother?
When the child grew up, she brought him to Pharaoh’s daughter, who made him her son. She named him Moses, “I drew him out of the water.”
Exodus 2:10 (Translation from Sefaria)