Here in our beautiful new neck of the
woods corn fields, most children refer to adults as Mr. ben Ploni and Mrs. bat Ploni. Lovely.
I have never been “Mrs. Frummie.”
Five years of reform school + a rabbinic thesis + s’micha + twelve active years in the rabbinate = Rabbi Frummie.
But the moms here refer to me as “Mrs. Frummie.” And even though stepping off the pulpit to stay home with the Frummies doesn’t negate my credentials, wouldn’t it be easier to fit in as “just another mom” without the clerical title? Will our new neighbours, friends, etc. treat me differently if they are reminded of my title every time they refer to me as “rabbi.”? On the other hand, my ordination was a transformative moment. Being a rabbi is an essential aspect of who I am. And can’t really be stripped from my soul.
Thoughts? Comments? Advice???