As in my mother. Whom I haven't seen since September 3rd, 2007.
I made up her bed (of course she gets clean sheets, even if it's an off-week), did a special supermarket shop for her and am counting down the hours. The girls can't wait, and really, it's not because of the loot she's bringing. (A few weeks ago she told me she was going to try to come with only one piece of luggage. "Sure, mami", I said, stifling a giggle.)
As I was running errands today, I tried to figure out the last time I lived with my mother for three weeks straight. I was probably about 18. Now it's ten years later. (Hah!) I'm trying not to have to high expectations of the trip. I'm crazy about my mother, but we certainly have had our issues in the past. But I'm going to do my best to make this a special time for her and not to let the past impinge on the present. Hopefully. Fingers crossed (are Jews even allowed to say/do that?)
My father, unfortunately, can't make the trip. I will be thinking of him constantly in my mother's presence, and missing him. I'm hoping to see him soon.
Next week is Orli's bat-mitzvah. Posting may be spotty, or I may have much to say. We'll see.
In the meantime, Happy Mother's Day. To me and my mami.
Haveil Havalim is up at Esser Agaroth. Enjoy.
The Stuff That Lasts, Part Deux
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