When did Bat Mitzvah become a verb?

The first time someone asked me if I “got Bat Mitzvahed” I had no idea what she was trying to ask.  Was she asking if I turned 12?  Was she asking if I had a party?  Why did this question appear to be fraught?  Was it a trick?

When I answered, “Yes, of course I had a Bat Mitzvah,” the reaction was invariably one of surprise.  Then came the kicker: “So you read from the Torah and everything?”  Now I was thoroughly confused.  No, I didn’t read from the Torah.  Was that supposed to be The Important Thing?

Clearly, we were speaking two different languages.

As I was growing up, say, 6, 7, 8, 9, etc, I was raised to understand a few basic tenets about life and Judaism.

1. God (we called him “Hashem” which is Hebrew for “the Name”) was a very strong presence in our lives.

2. He is a national and personal God.

3. There are all kinds of mitzvot/mitzvos we do (give tzedakah, eat in a Sukkah, pray) and all kinds of things we don’t do (gossip, drive on Shabbos, eat cheeseburgers), in accordance with the Torah, which is God’s guidebook for us.

4. When we would turn 12, and for boys 13, on our Hebrew birthdays, we would, according to the Torah, become responsible for our behavior in the eyes of God.

5. This is a big deal.

For awhile I thought the whole Torah thing was perhaps a ploy by the Adults to make us behave; I wondered if at my Bat Mitzvah my mother would tell me it was all a sham, but I should be sure to perpetuate the trick to the next generation to get them to obey their parents, not fight, etc.

I was wrong.

But many things were “practice” for post Bat Mitzvah.  For example, if I skipped my daily prayers before my Bat Mitzvah, it wasn’t such a big deal, but after my Hebrew birthday, I understood that it really counted.  If I fought with my siblings prior to my Bat Mitzvah, well, that wasn’t nice, but it was all really a rehearsal for post Bat Mitzvah, when my accounting in Heaven would begin.  Yes, I knew all this at 12, as did my friends.
The actual celebration of The Day was a big deal, and fun to plan.  My grandparents came in from out of town and we invited my friends and classmates to my home.  My mother and I planned the menu and program.  We had a delicious homemade dinner – all my favorites – and I got a new dress.  I said a Dvar Torah from my parsha and we took lots of amateur pictures.  I was happy.

But the main part was what would take place after – I was a grown-up in God’s eyes, responsible for my decisions and moral choices.

It never occurred to me to need more.

Yes, my brothers had a Bar Mitzvah.  Yes, there were more guests than at my Bat Mitzvah.  Yes, they read from the Torah.  No, I was not jealous.  Can I explain this?  Here are some thoughts.

1. Just like the guy gets a bigger fuss at the Bar Mitzvah, the girl gets a bigger fuss at the wedding.

2. Somehow I just knew it wasn’t about the party. The party was so secondary to the real thing, which was life.

3. When you’re full, you don’t crave someone else’s food.  I had a rich upbringing.  My Judaic smorgasbord consisted of rich customs, intellectual offerings every single day, deep emotional connections to my faith, and very clear guidance on the very deepest questions of life.  Why am I here?  What is my soul?   What does it all mean?  I was offered answers to all these questions and to others I hadn’t even thought of.  Reading from the Torah paled in comparison to living, breathing, and feeling Torah in my every pore.

So… yes, I was Bat Mitvahed!

Were you?