“They look like big strong hands . . .” (points to you if you can name that movie)
On today’s daf, there is a discussion of the priests carrying incense and how they can do this while carrying the incense pan. Fascinating, I know. Amongst this, we get the point that priests have different hand sizes so they would be able to take different abmounts of incense. Then we are told that Rabbi Yishmael ben Kimḥit has big strong hands. The Gemara does a funny aside all about this big handed man:
They said about Rabbi Yishmael ben Kimḥit that his hands were so large that he would scoop up four kav, which he would hold by his handfuls, and say: All the women selected the best they could for their children, but the selection of my mother rose to the roof, i.e., my mother chose the best. Rabbi Yishmael ben Kimḥit is referring to himself, as he matured to a great height and stature. Some say he was referring to his mother’s selection of flour, in accordance with the statement of Rabba bar Yonatan. As Rabba bar Yonatan said that Rabbi Yeḥiel said: Flour is beneficial and healthy for the sick. Since his mother ate this flour when she was pregnant with him, her son grew heartily. And some say this reference to selection is a euphemism for semen, in accordance with a statement of Rabbi Abbahu, as Rabbi Abbahu raised a contradiction between two verses. It is written: “For You have girded me [vatazreni] with strength for battle” (II Samuel 22:40), and it is written in a parallel verse: “Who girds me [hame’azreni] with strength” (Psalms 18:33). What is the difference between these two expressions? David said before the Holy One, Blessed be He: Master of the Universe: You selected me [zeritani] with the best drop of semen that my mother absorbed, with which, You fashioned me [zeraztani] within her. This accounts for the variant forms of this expression.
Yes! Bragging and semen in the same Gemrara! You’re welcome. But it’s not the end:
The Gemara continues: They said about Rabbi Yishmael ben Kimḥit: Once he was talking to a certain Arab in the market on Yom Kippur, and a drop of saliva sprayed from the Arab’s mouth onto the clothes of Rabbi Yishmael, who was the High Priest at the time. This spittle rendered him ritually impure by rabbinic law, like the ritual impurity of a zav, preventing him from serving in the Temple. And his brother Yeshevav entered and served as High Priest on that day in his stead. And, consequently, their mother saw two of her sons serving as High Priests on a single day. . .
So his brother was also hugely blessed! But it doesn’t stop there:
The Sages taught in a baraita: Kimḥit had seven sons, and they all served in the office of the High Priesthood, as High Priests or as his substitute.
That’s right all 7 of this woman’s son’s served as High Priest. What nachas! As you can imagine, this is one proud momma.
The Sages said to her: What good deeds did you perform to merit this? She said to them: In all my days, the beams of my house never saw the braids of my hair, as she was extremely modest and was strict about covering her hair even inside her own house. They said to her: Many women did so and did not succeed to such a degree; you must have been granted a special gift from God.
I love this. First, it’s hilarious. Second, there is a proud mother who is proud of every one of her children. Third, the sons attribute credit for their blessing to their mother’s merit, and not to anything that is innately special about them.
I love the recognition that our privilege and opportunity have so much to do with to whom and where and when we were born.
However, I also think this brings up a troubling and interesting discussion about the creation and rearing of children and attributing their success or lack there of to something that parents have done. That is why I like that the Gemara ends with the mother giving her modesty as the basis for why her sons were so successful andthe Gemara stating – there are other parents who also do everythign right and hteir kids don’t turn out to be the High Priest. We can do everything right and not have successful kids (however you define that) and you can do a heck of a lot wrong and kids can have grit and overcome what you’ve subjected them to.
So, don’t always blame the mother. And don’t always give her all the credit. Because, as Rod Stewart said, “Some guys have all the luck. Some guys have all the pain. Some guys have all the breaks. Sme guys to nothing but complain.”
