Rav Meir Shapiro's Mother Cries, "Meiríel, Meiríel"
Gaon, Rav Meir Shapiro, z’tl, the Rav of Lublin once told a childhood
story about his mother. “When I was a boy, my family was forced
to move several times from house to house. We also moved from
city to city. The constant moving did not disturb my mother’s
equilibrium; only one thing would bother her – my bittul Torah!”
one occasion, as we were again preparing to move, my mother had an idea.
She contacted the melamed of the town to which we were moving, and arranged
that he would meet me by the gate of the city. He would then be
able to learn with me immediately when we arrived at the town.”
we finally reached our destination, we searched and searched, but the
melamed was not there. My mother sat down next to the wagon and
cried for a long time. I tried to calm her down by saying, ‘Mommy,
Mommy, why are you crying, I’ll learn tomorrow!’”
mother answered, ‘Meir’el, Meir’el, You don’t yet know how to
appreciate the meaning of bittul Torah of one day!” (Chayim Sheyash Bahem)