Last night, we joined our friends for Passover Seder Dinner. We arrived early enough for Munchie and I to “sample” a few matzo balls. When they were gone, he pitched a fit. My friend looked at me and said, “Definitely your kid.” Let’s just say that in the last eleven years, I have developed a reputation for my love of matzo balls.
As the dinner started, I was a bit worried, as Munchie hadn’t napped since before noon. Much to my surprise, he made it through the traditional readings. He partook in matzo, bitter herbs, and dipped greens. I was impressed… and so excited for Munchie (and Daddy) to be joining me this year. A few times during the readings, Munchie was eager to get involved and started babbling and singing… waving his arms excitedly… it was awesome. Even more awesome was that no one minded his hoots and hollers. (At one point, he and another baby were yelling at each other across the house. Perhaps they were attempting a duet.) We all actually got a pretty good laugh out of his desire to join in.
As dinner was served, he chowed down on some more matzo balls… and then came the meat. Compliments to the chef, Aunt Jen, who cooked up chicken and brisket… both of which Munchie inhaled! Honestly, I think he ate more than I did!
I have been joining my friend and her family to partake in this holiday for eleven years now. The whole family always welcomes friends with open arms. While we don’t practice the same religion, we can respectfully join one another to learn more. I am thankful for this freedom. A freedom of choice… a freedom of acceptance… a freedom of friendship.
I was going to end this post by saying thank you in Hebrew… but when I googled it, I stumbled upon this gem. I think my friend and family will appreciate this note of thanks more than a simple word. (Just scroll through the list of translated words and phrases… when you see it, you will understand.) Also, I learned that thanks in Hebrew is “toda.”by