Wednesday, March 07, 2007
A friend told me once, "You don't have to be your mother-in-law's friend. Your place is simply to respect her." Well, my mother-in-law went back to Vegas this morning. She gave me a lot to think about.
I think I'm mature (and Jewish) enough to see that what bothers me about her are the things I dislike about myself. And I think that what I love about her are things that are special about me, too. It's weird how similar we are. (Yaakov, Sigmund is on the phone for you...)
I haven't had the chance to write so much lately, as mom-in-law has been in the computer room. Many things happened. But I will say this: She bought our shmura matzo. She bought us 13 pounds of matzo at 17 dollars a pound. She was with me when I placed my order. She kept offering to buy us stuff at the Judaica store, but I kept turning her down. She gave Yaakov the money later. Two hundred and twenty holy Jewish dollars.
I cannot say how touched I am. She was beyond generous on this trip, but the matzo...?
Such a mitzvah.