Reprinted with permission from
There's nothing like bringing up the subject of marriage on a first date to scare a guy off. Although that's not exactly what happened, it's not too far from the truth. Fortunately, I didn't scare the guy off, and I didn't bring it up on the first date. I actually brought it up before the first date. Here's what happened.
Bill, a confirmed atheist, and I knew each other in college. We had many mutual friends, and were often in the same place at the same time. Upon graduation, I moved with three of my college roommates to Boston, as did many of Bill's closest college friends--my acquaintances. We all rented apartments in the same general vicinity (they were cheap, yet small and dingy) and about a year and a half later, Bill showed up. He got a job, rented an apartment meeting the same general description, and suddenly we were together all the time. I had become close friends with all of his friends before he moved, so our friendship seemed very natural and easy. Within a year we had also become close friends--going to movies together, watching the premiere season of The Simpsons together every Sunday night, starting a book club together, even food shopping together (he still denies this, but trust me, it's true!).
Bill and I enjoyed each other's company so much that we often toyed with the idea of taking our friendship a step further. I, however, always said no. Bill wasn't Jewish, and I had no interest in getting serious with someone who did not have the same religious upbringing I had had. So our relationship continued on a friendship path until one fateful day when we, yet again, discussed "being more than friends." When I again said "no," Bill promised me he would accept our relationship for what it was and stop trying to change it.
Now that Bill and I have children, the fact that we discussed, negotiated, and decided how to handle our religious differences before we got married feels even more important than it did at the time. Religion is one of the many factors that make up one's identity. Both Bill and I are relieved that all those tough questions have been decided now that we are influencing and helping to shape our children's identities. We have also discovered that now that we have children, there are constantly unanticipated issues that arise that warrant thought, compromise, and negotiation. For us, it feels good to know that this is at least one issue that we were able to anticipate and work out back when our lives were not nearly as busy and full as they are now.It was then that I discovered that we were in quite a predicament, as I was beginning to realize that we both had strong feelings for each other. While I was not yet in love with Bill, it was clear to everyone who knew us, and suddenly to me, that there was something special there. So right then and there we started to talk. Actually, I did most of the talking (not too difficult to believe for anyone who knows me), and Bill listened. He listened to me talk about what I knew my life would have to be like, regardless of whom I married. I told him I could marry someone who was not Jewish, as long as he did not intend to practice his own religion and was willing to participate in mine. I told him I planned to be married by a rabbi, under a chuppah (wedding canopy). I told him that my husband and I would join a synagogue and go to services on the High Holy Days. Bill listened to me explain all about Hebrew school and Sunday school, and Bar and Bat Mitzvahs for our children, and even a Jewish camp if our kids were interested.
After I finished my explanation, Bill joked that all he wanted was a date. The reality, though, was that our friendship was so strong that changing it would automatically catapult us into a full-fledged relationship. Because of this, I needed to know how he felt about my religious requirements. Bill explained that it was important to him that I understood that he was not looking for a new religion. He was very comfortable being an atheist and needed reassurance that once our hypothetical children were old enough, he could explain to them his own personal beliefs. On the other hand, Bill enjoyed the cultural aspects of Judaism and knew that he would not want to be left out of family events. Therefore, he was able to comfortably accept my "terms."
I love to tell our story for many reasons. It's funny, I think it's touching, and it illustrates an important point. Bill agreed to a lot of things for me. And while at the time he probably thought I was a bit of a nut job for going into such detail, he also appreciated the information. What if we had fallen in love without ever discussing how we would raise our children? What if he never knew that I expected my husband to be by my side in synagogue during the High Holidays? And what if he never realized how important it was to me to have our parents under the chuppah with us during our wedding?