Archive for March, 2010
If my grandchild, one day, would ask me where the world came from, what would I say? It hasn’t happened but I think my response would be something like this:
“Well dear, when I was born, I found everything already in its place. There was already a sky and ground and water, glorious water.”
“My parents took me on trips so I learned early on that there are different kinds of water. There’s salt water in the ocean, sweet water in lakes and streams and chlorinated, light blue, water in swimming pools.”
“I learned the sky could change, too. It could be bright, blue and warm. It could be gray and dirty looking. It could be gritty and full of sand.”
“The ground was full of mysteries. It could be soft, hot sand on the beach through which I could walk barefoot and let it run over my feet and through my toes. If we would dig a deep enough hole, the sand would be wet and my father taught me to scoop out the watery sand with my hand and build sand castles and make other shapes and forms on top of the ground and let it bake in the sun.”
“The ground around buildings usually had grass and rocks and was hard and dry. The ground where there were lots of trees could be harder or softer, with or without grass and other green plants growing out of it.”
“There were different sights, smells and textures to all the things I found already in the world I came into.”
“If I would walk down a path and see a house, I would know today, as an adult, that the house did not appear out of nowhere but, rather, someone built it and cared for it, even if that person was not there at the time. If I saw a garden planted carefully with flowers, trees and shrubs, today, as an adult I would know that someone planted and tended that garden.”
“My dear grandchild, this world which we all found all ready here and organized with a particular order of things; light and dark, day and night, cold and heat, etc., was also created by some being. That being is beyond any we can define and we call Him Hashem.”
My grandchildren have yet to ask such a question but these were my thoughts.
I feel as though, what’s the point? Why always owe so much to so many? Is this what’s left? G-d forbid, I sure hope there’s more than debts! Holidays are hard being alone. I especially miss my son and his family at these times moreso than on regular days. I’m invited to a family for Pesach that I’ve never met. The man who invited me seems to strongly fear or dislike dogs, yet my dog is also invited (to stay in the playroom). I think I better make certain that it’s alright with his wife, as well and that there REALLY is no problem with bringing Pnina. If it’s a big problem, I might make my own Pesach Seder and stay home. Sad.
I’m off now to cook last minute things and set the house up for the most special day of every week! I will also soon go to shower. I sure do miss my son, his wife and my granddaughter! Shabbat Shalom.