The torch has been passed

These weeks before Pesach (Passover) used to be a very stressful time for me. Every year, a few weeks before the start of the holiday, I would have a terrible dream in which it was Erev (the eve of) Pesach and I had somehow not done any of the cleaning to prepare the house for the holiday. That dream became my annual wake-up-call for commencing the process.

Are dreams passed on from mother to daughter? I just received an e-mail from our daughter Simmie. The subject line read

You know you're turning into your mother when...

And the text went on to say

...you dream of Pesach preparations, as I did last night!  But mine were not about cleaning, as you've told me yours once were, they were about shopping.   I was running late to pick up the kids at school, the line at the Butcherie was a mile long, and they were out of much of what I needed.

The irony is, we're doing really well in terms of our preparations.  Most of the house is cleaned, and most of the groceries are bought.  I plan to go to the car wash today with the kids (they like to do that.)  I really am not worried.  But still, I dream.

I'm going to the Butcherie today.  Wish me luck!

I have not had “the Pesach dream” these past few years. Not only have I become more relaxed, but I now have two daughters and their families who take care of the lion’s share of the work. I get to bake a few cakes and make Pesach Pizza for lunch on the second day, which is Simmie’s Hebrew birthday. It is indeed a very good deal!

Our little Julia Rose was born one year ago today! This year passed so quickly. I was nervous about becoming a grandmother again; I knew that I was not up to the task as well as I was when the older children were born. But Julia has been a true joy, and I cannot even remember or imagine our family without her.

Love,

Rebecca