Except lately. Have you noticed that many pots these days are made with glass covers. What's up with that?
When I went on my pre-Aliyah shopping spree, I bought many new pots. Good ones, that weren't cheap. I still had most of my pots from when we got married, and they needed replacing. I chose not to buy those "sets", because now after running a kitchen for so many years, I know which types and sizes of pots and pans I use most, and they are not necessarily the ones included in the sets. Most of the new pots had glass lids, but I didn't think much of it (they don't call me "Swifty" for nothin'). Did I mention the pots weren't cheap?
Anyway when we got here, my sister-in-law had bought us a couple of CHEAP pots to tide us over until the lift came. With glass lids. In no time at all, I dropped one of the lids, and--surprise, surprise--it shattered into a million pieces. But hey a "kaparah" as they say--not the worst thing in the world. (And it was a cheap pot anyway). I tossed the pot because it no longer was useful to me.
Fast forward to yesterday. I love my new pots, they are heavy duty and wash easily. You know where this is going. Orli, my youngest, decided she need to bake something for her English class. She wanted to do it all by herself, and I was happy to oblige. As she was getting out a bowl--yup--she dropped a lid of one of the (not cheap) pots. It shattered to a million pieces.
This is where time stood still for a moment. She looked up at me, her face crumpling. I looked at her, completely annoyed, she saw that and started to cry. "I'm so sorry, mommy", she said. "Get me the broom", I ordered.
How many times have you had moments like this with your children? With every fiber of my being I just wanted to let her have it. But when she came back with the broom, looking so forlorn, different words came out of me. "Orli", I said, "it's just a pot. Remember I dropped a lid that broke when we first moved here? Accidents happen."
Her face transformed. The look of relief and love I saw there made me feel so good. Or as Orli herself said, "We [had] a moment".
It really is just a pot. And she is a child. Pot---child....pot---child. I know I made the right choice.
Now I know that my mother was wrong. And I'm going to keep this lidless pot for a long, long time.
The Stuff That Lasts, Part Deux
8 months ago