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Spotlight on Jewish Women: Rabbanit Kanievsky


“Everything happens because of Hakadosh Baruchu … Hashem will help”

Rabbanit Kanievsky was not a typical Ultra-Orthodox woman. She did not stand in the shadows of her husband but lead a dynamic and vital following of women from dati (religious) and chiloni (secular) backgrounds. She was revered by all who encountered her and even a video interview with her illustrates her wonderful aura. She is described as “Bat Melech” , the daughter of a king – the allusion is that she is the ultimate daughter of Hashem. Her philosophy for living was centred around the phrases:

על התורה, על העבודה ועל גמילות חסדים

Rabbanit Kanievsky passed away over a month ago at the age of 79. Over 50,000 people attended her funeral. She was more than just the Rabbi’s wife, more than a Rabbanit, many called her “Admorit” (the feminine form of admor, a title of honour usually reserved for Hassidic leaders). Admor is an acronym for Adoneinu, Moreinu, ve Rabbeinu – meaning Our Master, Our Teacher, and Our Rabbi. Women from all walks of life flocked to The Rabbanit for brachot of all sorts: for marriage, health, wealth, children and more.

The story goes that a man who did not have children despite many years of marriage went to Rav Kanievsky for a bracha. While he was waiting in line for his turn to get into Rav Chaim’s room, Rabbanit Kanievsky noticed him, and that he seemed upset. . She asked him what he came for, to which he responded that he came for a bracha for children.

Rabbanit Kanievsky gave him a bracha that they would give birth to twins in the coming year. He answered amen, and took his turn to get a bracha from the rav as well.

The avreich told Rav Chaim about the meany years they did not have children and what they went through, and asked that Rav Chaim daven on their behalf. He also mentioned that the rebbetzin had just given them a bracha for twins.

Rav Chaim said “Why only twins? IYH, you should have triplets!”

Months later, the fellow came back to Rav Chaim Kanievsky reporting that his wife had just given birth to triplets!

When her husband, Rav Chaim once felt ill, he travelled to his father-in-law Rav Elyashiv, in Yerushalayim to ask for a bracha. Rav Elyashiv was surprised: “Ask your wife, my daughter for a bracha–her brachos are worth more than mine!”


An fascinating article about The Rabbanit appeared in Hamodia Newspaper and can be read here.

The Bubbe of Klal Yisrael

By Jonathan Rosenblum, on November 16th, 2011

There are certain events of such impact on Klal Yisrael, that it is impossible not to comment, even if the writer fears he has nothing to add. The passing of Rebbetzin Batsheva Kanievsky, zt”l, over Chol HaMoed Sukkos, was such an event.

Rebbetzin Kanievsky was the bubbe of Klal Yisrael. Just like a grandmother finds it almost impossible to resist the entreaties of her grandchildren, so Rebbetzin Kanievsky made herself available to any woman in pain who sought her assistance, whether in the form of advice, a berachah, or just words of encouragement. She was the first port of call for almost every religious woman facing difficulties, and for many not-yet-observant women as well.

My friend Rabbi Ron Yitzchak Eisenman of Passaic, New Jersey captured a poignant moment from one of his visits to the Kanievsky home. Rabbi Eisenmann was ushered in one night while the Rebbetzin and her husband the venerable sage Rav Chaim Kanievsky, l’badeil l’chaim tovim v’aruchim, were sitting alone at the dining room table.

In front of the Rebbetzin were piles and piles of small pieces of paper on which supplicants had written their requests for Divine intervention. On at least one of the small papers, the teardrops of the writer were still visible. Reb Chaim sat opposite her in a misbuttoned blue sweater. “The Rabbanit picked up each and every paper as if it were her child. She gently unfolded the paper, and with warmth and love she read each and every request to her husband. By the way the ritual played out, I could tell that this was a daily occurrence: the Rabbanit slowly reading the day’s requests for divine help and Rav Chaim responding with the appropriate tefillah (prayer).”

Who can possibly replace her? Who will offer succor to all those in need?


The Passing of Greatness: The Rabbanit

Posted By Matzav Editor On October 23, 2011 @ 10:15 AM In Breaking NewsFeatured OpinionTorah World |

By Rabbi Ron Yitzchak Eisenman

As Shabbos Chol HaMoed came to an end I was shocked and saddened as I heard about the passing of Rabbanit Bat-Sheva Kanievsky- wife of the beloved Tzaddik, Rav Chaim.

I had the privilege of meeting and speaking to the Rabbanit – as she was referred to- many, many times.

In fact I do not think I ever visited her husband without exchanging a word or two with the Rabbanit.

Everyone I knew referred to her as The Rabbanit; not the ‘Rebbetzen’ as we refer to the wife of the rabbi in America.

However, Rabbanit Kanievsky was more than just another wife of a rabbi; she was ‘The Rabbanit” – a title of regality.

As always, I cannot speak for anyone other than myself.

I certainly did not know here ‘well’ and would never claim to have spoken to her at any great length.

Therefore, what I am about to present is nothing more than my personal recollections of my brief encounters with ‘The Rabbanit”.

For one thing she was not a woman in the ‘wings’ or a woman who lived in the shadow of anyone.

She was always there and she was quite visible; that being said she was the epitome of modesty and purity.

She attended Shul daily- always with her husband. She was there at four in the morning for Vasikin and she was there with him for Mincha.

(I must admit, I do not know first hand if she attended Maariv daily.)

The Rabbanit was a lively and potent woman; simultaneously powerful and productive; progressive yet passive; happily accepting her roll as the help-mate of her husband.

However, notwithstanding her devotion to her husband, she was aristocratic in her own right.

After davening she was the only rebbetzen I ever observed who was literally swamped and surrounded by women as she slowly made her way from The Ledderman Shul to her home.

Throngs of women clung to her and observed her every move.

In an era when so many young (and not so young) Jewish women are sorely searching for a role model and ‘hero’- The Rabbanit was there to fill the void.

When a young woman from America was seen in the women’s section early in the morning, The Rabbanit would make sure to shower her with even more love than usual. Every morning she went to all the women who arrived early for Shacharis and insisted that each and everyone recite their Brochus out loud so she could answer Omein.

She was mobbed by all types of women daily. Religious and not yet religious; Ashkenazim and Sephardim, young and old; all were drawn to her magnetic personality.

She warmly greeted everyone; waiting and standing long hours in the hot son dispensing Brochus to women in need and offering words of comfort and chizzuk to everyone.

I recall vividly the time I brought my oldest grandson to Rav Chaim for his first haircut. When we arrived she had stepped out of the room for a minute; however, when she returned and realized why we had come she rushed to find a candy to give him and made sure to add a few more for his siblings at home.

Each time I would arrive, I would inquire as to the welfare of her father- HaRav Elyashiv Shlita. She would tell me, “Baruch Hashem, he is well.” She would then add- “Please go to see him in Meah Shearim, he teaches a class in Gemara there nightly. You should go. You will gain from the class.”

Here was a woman whose grandfather, Rav Aryeh Levin Zt”l was known as the Tzaddik of Yerushalayim; whose father- Rav Elyashiv is the halachik arbiter of our generation; who husband is … Rav Chaim! And she is giving me encouragement with such love and such caring that I will be improved if I attend her father’s Shiurim!

On one of my first visits to the Rebbe, I asked one of the attendants if one recites the brocha for seeing a Talmid Chochom when one sees Rav Kanievsky. The man replied in the affirmative, however, before I walked into her husband’s room- The Rabbanit said emphatically, “Yes, you could say the brocha, however, do not say it. The Rav does not like anyone saying the brocha in his presence.” Of course that ended the discussion.

One day I arrived and only she was home. I asked where Rav Chaim is and she replied that he was busy now. By the look of my face- she could see that I was disappointed. She then looked at me and said, “Wait over there by the door. Soon he will be going to Mincha; if you wait there you can have a few minutes with him before he leaves the house!” Once again her care for the individual was prominent in her personality.

My most poignant and heartfelt memory of The Rabbanit was on a cold chilly night in December. I arrived and knocked on the door. Aryeh Kanievsky- their grandchild answered the door. Over the years Aryeh and I have developed a relationship and he motioned me to enter. As I walked into the house I observed a sight reserved for the angels above. There on the dining room table sat Rav Chaim in his crinkled and mis-buttoned blue sweater and across from him sat The Rabbanit. There was no other human being in the room. I was too scared to enter and therefore for the next few minutes I stood quietly as I took on the role of the proverbial fly on the wall as greatness transpired all around me.

The Rabbanit sat in her seat surrounded by piles and piles of small pieces of papers. Each one of ther scraps contained the heart and soul of a Jewish person. On one a woman had penned her request for a Shidduch- a soul mate. On another, a man asks for a recovery from cancer for his infirmed wife; on one slip is the request for children- the tear droplets are still visible on the moist paper. The Rabbanit picked up each and every piece of paper as if it was her child. She gently unfolded the paper and with warmth and love she read each and every request to her husband who sat across from her.

As I stood there I could not believe the sight which my eyes beheld. In front of me sat a man whose every second is precious and accounted for. And here is a woman who has many children and grandchildren to attend to; however, they are sitting together in the precious and rarely had private time together- praying for Jews whose faces they do not recognize and whose last names they do not know! If this is not greatness, what is?

By the way the ritual played out I could tell that this was a daily occurrence; the Rabbanit slowly reading the day’s requests for divine help and the Rav responding with the appropriate Tefillah.

Their care and their concern for all Jews touched me to my core.

This is Rav Chaim and this was The Rabbanit.

I saw greatness in the Rabbanit, and now it has passed.

I miss her.

{Rabbi Ron Yitzchak Eisenman-Matzav.com Newscenter}