I only know one of my sons-in-law, and, though I haven’t seen him in just about 12 years, I still feel that I know him well. Quirky, loyal, adorable, hyper, aloof, supportive, and creative are only a few of the many adjectives I’d use as descriptors, but, if I’m honest, I’d probably put brave at the top of the list (I’ll get to it later).

Marissa met Louis at post-prom. She had actually gone to prom with somebody else, but her date wasn’t available for the after plans. Marissa’s group was going down to Long Beach Island, where they were staying at the beach house of somebody’s friend, Matt. Matt was a classmate of theirs, and though Roo didn’t know him well, her friends did.

The kids drove down to LBI after the prom, and Marissa called me pretty late. I knew that she had arrived safely, thank G-d, and I only wanted her to have a good time. I was always worried that a flare of her Ulcerative Colitis was forthcoming (she still had her colon at this point), and I panicked when I heard from her so late at night.

Her voice was so peppy, so happy, and so melodic as she asked, “Mommy, is it okay if I date Matt’s brother?” I asked her about him, and she told me how cute he was, that his name was Louis, how seamless their chitchat was, and how comfortable he made her feel. The resounding, “Yes!” I gave her on the phone was followed by Jay storming down the steps, getting right up in my face, and, to my memory, though this is the ONLY sentence in this blog for which I wouldn’t sit for a polygraph, shoving me in the shoulder. Through gritted teeth and in the most demonic voice, he threatened (and this is verbatim), “Don’t you ever tell my daughter that she can date a shegetz.” For those of you who don’t know what a shegetz is, it’s a non-Jewish male.

I always hoped and assumed my kids would marry within our faith, but it certainly wasn’t grounds for disownment, like Jay would forewarn them. Of course, for the girls, matrilineality would prevail and their children would automatically be Jewish, but not for Zack. Actually, in Jay’s eyes, it wasn’t for the girls either, but more to come on that.

Nothing in the world was more important to me than my kids being happy, especially since I didn’t really have a happy childhood. I’ve already touched on quite a bit of that, and, if The Guardian or the Huffington Post accepts and publishes my submission, you’ll really understand so much more. But, for now, know that I overcompensated for my sad past by trying so hard to make sure my kids were safe, heard, protected, and indulged.

I covered for Marissa for months, lying to Jay about her whereabouts when she was with Lou Lou. The first time he came to pick her up, all of Thurston Drive was shaking from the “vroom vroom” of that black Ford Mustang (sans muffler). Here I was, completely willing to be the figurative (and probably literal) shield for my girl, but what was I to do with the “vroom vroom?” We managed, until we needed to sit down with Jay and tell him the truth.

Needless to say, I was to blame. By telling her it was okay to go on one date, that led to the same “slippery slope” that he often mentioned when I tried to bring something not explicitly marked kosher into the house. He was so angry at me (no surprises there), and he told her that, should they continue seeing each other and become engaged, he would need to convert. He also made it crystal clear that, when they had children, the children were not permitted to go to Louis’s parents’ house for Christmas or any religious holiday. Labeling it harsh and unreasonable, I tried to intervene, but, we all know how life ended up for me. Ironic, right?

I know that Louis converted, which is why I referred to him as brave before anything else. It isn’t easy being Jewish for those of us born into my often tackled and targeted religion , so making the choice, even if it is for love, should be lauded and saluted. And, with the extra restrictions and directories placed upon him by my ex-husband, my son-in-law’s bravery should be recognized.

May we all show our valor and begin to heal wounds, fill chasms, repair rifts, and clear consciences. May we have the resolve to say, “That’s not okay,” and “It’s time to not just break the literal and figurative ice, but actually melt it.”