this Pesach holiday, some on purpose and some with no knowledge as of yet:
- one sock, older daughter’s (don’t worry–it’s being washed)
- one marker pen top (I have no idea where the pen is)
- one colored pencil. Nope, the top does not fit on that.
- one page that came out of a book of Mishnayot. I know that’s my SIL, since I had finally convinced him to go sit at my desk to work, rather than at the table with the cream cheese, butter, chocolate powder, and matzah crumbs, and Legos.
- one Philadelphia synagogue directory
- 3 books that I had just given the children as gifts from Australia (but not the Diary of a Wombat that I had just given our 3 year-old as an afikoman present and who has already memorized it!)
- two full pairs of socks, a number of underwear (boys and girls), a hairbrush, a tallis bag, boy’s dress pants,
- and thousands of used towels and sheets (okay, sets for 16 people, plus 2 babies with their own bedding)
- an I need a new word to describe the amount of empty boxes from matzah, 19 dozen eggs (yes, you heard me, folks!), wine, and more wine, bottles and boxes, and okay some grape juice, tissues, new shoes, Amazon deliveries for us and our guests (oh yes, we had another couple stay with us the whole week, as well!),
And that’s just downstairs…
I have photos.
Lots of photos.
From our outings to the aquarium and to the park.
And from our innings (:)) at home. With the babies holding hands and the older cousins being amazed and amused.
And lots of memories of the singing and the playing and the smiling and the laughing.
And just not enough time.
I think that’s the key to the whole thing, the small part of the holiday standing in for the whole experience of LIFE, that is, that we just won’t ever learn to understand and appreciate time.
That’s what the Jews needed to learn as they left Egypt; that’s what the rabbis tried to understand in our Haggadah (why else is there so much discussion about days, nights, and the Days-to-Come?), and us today.
So let’s say that we need to learn how to let it all out; fly our kite to the highest that we can.
Letting go and