Disclaimer: I don't own Fiddler On The Roof
The song is called GOD is always watching over you and it's by Paws And Tales
It was almost as if Bielke was born with the Lord's blessing upon her. Golde had a particularly easy labor and delivery with her youngest child.
"It's a girl," the doctor announced.
He looked at Tevye sympathetically. He knew Tevye loved all of his daughters but after four girls he assumed that Tevye would want a boy.
"Tevye," Golde said smiling, "She's beautiful."
"What should we call her," Tevye wondered.
"I love the name Bielke," Golde said, "It was my older sister's name."
"I love the name too," Tevye smiled kissing Golde softly on the lips.
The child grew up into a well behaved toddler. She was always happy. She was beloved by her entire family. One day, at Passover of all times, Bielke was 18 months old. This first instance was a defining moment.
"The days and nights of the Messiah," Tevye read.
"Dat me," Bielke giggled banging her highchair, "Dat me. Dat me. Dat me."
Everyone turned to look at Bielke. Quickly she lost interest in that subject and began chanting for, "food, food, food?"
"Well," Golde said chuckling, "It looks like our "messiah" wants to eat."
"She could use a new diaper too," Tzitel commented wrinkling her nose.
"I'll change her," Chava offered.
They were back a few minutes later. Bielke ate her dinner. She then fell quickly asleep. Many years later Tevye found his youngest daughter deep in thought. She was startled when he spoke.
"Are you alright, Messiah," he asked using her childhood nickname.
Bielke laughed without humor.
"Oh papa," she said, "I was just a baby back then."
"You'll always be my baby," Tevye said kissing his youngest on the forehead.
"So you love me? You love me no matter what?"
"Of course I do Bielke. You're my little girl."
"What if I thought differently then you did," Bielke asked, "I don't, but for a moment, pretend that I did. Would you love me if that were true?"
"There is nothing that would make me stop loving you," Tevye remarked.
"You stopped loving Chava," Bielke said quietly.
"Messiah, that's a different situation," Tevye said, "I did not stop loving your sister. She stopped loving her family."
"Papa," Bielke said, "GOD has blessed me."
"I have no doubt of that," Tevye said reaching out to hug his youngest.
"Oil and Water may not mix but we need both of them for pasta," Bielke said softly.
"GOD did not approve of your sister's marriage."
"Did GOD not approve papa," Bielke asked, "Or do you not approve."
Tevye was silent for a moment.
"Fyedka is not Jewish," he finally explained.
To Tevye it made perfect sense. To his surprise however, Bielke looked up with tears in her eyes.
"GOD created all people," she said softly, "He didn't just create Jewish people. Wrong though it may be I still love my sister."
"It's not wrong," Tevye said, "Love doesn't die."
"Is there anything you're willing to do," Bielke asked, "Is there any way you would consider welcoming Chava back again?"
"I will do it," Tevye said, "I will do it for your sake. I will go to see your sister."
"Can I come with you papa," Bielke asked.
"You may," Tevye said.
He hitched his horse to a cart and then helped Bielke onto the cart. He governed the horse.
"Papa," Chava exclaimed, "And Messiah… what are you two doing here?"
"Good to see you too Chava," Tevye said with a drop of sarcasm.
"It's wonderful to see both of you," Chava said.
"Your sister has spoken with me," Tevye began, "She has me convinced that I might not have reacted correctly to your marriage."
"Papa do you know how I fell in love with Fyedka?" Chava asked.
"I do not," Tevye replied.
"He saved my life. Some men held a knife to my neck and he disarmed them. He walked me home to make sure I was safe."
"I did not know that," Tevye admitted.
He paused.
"Where is he now?"
"He is at work papa," Chava said, "He teaches young boys and girls."
Tevye restrained himself from saying that girls shouldn't be educated.
"Papa," Bielke whispered, "Invite them to Shabbat dinner?"
"Chava," Tevye asked, "Would you and Fyedka come to Shabbat dinner tomorrow?"
Chava hugged Tevye.
"We will be there," she promised.
"See that you are on time," Tevye said, "I love you."
…
"Tevye," Golde asked, "Bielke… where have you two been?"
"We went to see Chava mama," Bielke replied, "Papa invited her and Fyedka to Shabbat dinner tomorrow and I have been blessed by GOD."
Tevye smiled and explained it to Golde in a way she would understand.
"Thank you for doing that," Golde said kissing her husband, "Bielke go sit yourself down by the fireplace. You're just about freazing."
"Yes mama," Bielke said going to sit down at the fireplace.
The next day Chava and Fyedka arrived at Tevye and Golde's home right on time. The Shabbat prayer was read. Dinner had begun.
Tzitel was absent from the dinner.
"Where is Tzitel," Chava asked.
"She went into labor," Golde explained, "Last night at 11 o'clock. I have been back and forth for hours."
Suddenly Motel burst through the door.
"It is a girl," he excitedly yelled, "We have named her Rebekkah. She is the most beautiful baby I have ever seen."
Dinner came to an end. Everyone got up to go to the Kamzoil home. Bielke went in first.
"It's wonderful to see you," Tzitel said hugging her sister.
"It's great to see you too," Bielke said, "Can I hold her?"
You're eight, Tzitel thought to herself.
"Sit down," Tzitel said.
Bielke sat down as Tzitel gently handed the baby to Bielke.
From that day, thanks to Bielke, Chava was once again welcomed in the family. Fyedka was accepted into the fold. He was not welcomed though. Six months later Bielke asked Fyedka why he didn't just convert to Judism.
"You would be welcomed," she explained, "not just accepted."
"Bielke," Fyedka said, "Just as you have grown up with your values I have been raised with mine. I can no more change my beliefs then a cow can turn into a fish."
"How will you raise your future children," Bielke asked.
"We will raise them with both of our beliefs," Fyedka explained, "But most importantly we will raise our children with love."
"Well that sounds perfect," Bielke said.
Chava was already 3 months pregnant.
"Have you chosen a name for the baby yet," Bielke asked.
"We have a name picked out for a girl," Chava said, "If we have a daughter we'll name her Hannah Bielke. Hannah in honor of mama's mama and Bielke because you were the reason our family was reunited."
"What if it's a boy," Bielke asked, "Have you any names for a son?"
"We were thinking of Samuel Joseph," Fyedka said.
"I love those names," Bielke said.
She paused.
"Samual for Uncle Sam and Joseph for who?" she asked.
"For my cousin Joseph," Fyedka answered.
The next day Bielke was going for a walk when she saw a newborn baby abandoned. She picked up the child.
"Hush little one," she said, "Don't cry now."
The baby settled in Bielke's arms.
"Let's see if you are a boy or a girl," she said.
She checked and saw that the child was a girl.
"I will call you Yasourah," she said, "For you are a gift from GOD."
The baby started to cry. She was obviously tired. Bielke sang a song to her
"Starlight in the night
"Sunlight in the day
"Love from heaven touches you
"It's never far away
"On a mountain high
"Or on the ocean blue
"GOD is always watching over you
"For GOD is over everything
"He sees you in His light
"And He will always care for you
"For you are His delight
"Precious little child
"With a heart so true
"GOD is always watching over you"
The baby soon fell asleep. Bielke walked back to her home. Golde and Tevye had just gotten home.
"What's this," Tevye asked his daughter.
"It's a baby," Bielke said, "I found her abandoned on the road. She is called Yasourah. GOD meant for me to find her. She is meant to be mine."
"Tevye," Golde ordered, "Get a banket to wrap the child up in. Bielke fill a basin with warm water. We also must find a place for the babe to sleep."
They all hurried to do as she had requested."
Bielke started to bath her.
"You make a place for her to sleep," Golde said, "GOD may have meant her to be yours but not alone. You are but a babe yourself."
Bielke nodded. She found her old cradle and carried it to her room. Once Yasourah was bathed and dried Bielke fed her, burped her, dressed her and gently put her in her old cradle.
"She will make a wonderful mother one day," Golde said smiling.
"She appears convinced she already is," Tevye remarked.
"I mean, a natural mother," Golde said, "This child is a blessing. Let's be real though. She's eight."
"Yes," Tevye said, "You cannot question the innocence of an eight year old. I want her to live her life, not be settled with a baby at age eight."
"We'll just take it one day at a time," Golde said.