When my daughters were born, I breathed a sigh of relief because I wouldn’t be subjected to having a zillion of my nearest and dearest in my house eight days postpartum.
When I became a mother, I had to reconcile how I was going to handle that new label. I was going to be a Jewish mother, but not that kind of a Jewish mother.
As soon as possible, I am going to take the girls to a local nursery to pick out a new “Nana” tree to plant in our yard.
There is never enough time to spend with the ones you love.
Most of you are probably wondering what the big deal is. That’s what you do for Passover, right? You buy matzah? Wrong.