Seriously, on this particular date, there’s nothing to consider except getting ready for Passover. Cleaning, cleaning, (like every year, this is when I curse my particular style of housekeeping), and more cleaning. Shopping, planning, it’s pretty all-encompassing, which you know if you’ve ever done it.
But, in and amidst all these “-ing” verbs, I can add a few
others that are very happy.
One – listening, as in listening to my middle daughter plan for her own Seder. She called me for advice on making the chicken soup, and that was very sweet. She called me to let me know how many people are coming, and we laughed about making the floor its own Seder plate, since that was going to be the only place to fit everyone in her very little apartment.
Two – studying, as in spending time with my weekly Torah group, looking at Deuteronomy/Devarim Chapter 20 and finding Pesach everywhere. In the language, in the references, in the rhythm and flow of the words. Always a joy, always a joy.
Three – rehearsing, as in I just got into another show, and crazy as I am, I’m rehearsing every night this week. It’s insane, but there are fewer places where I am happier, so it’s worth it. Singing, blending song and script, bonding actor and dancer and singer. These are happy connections.
Once all the planning and cooking and cleaning, and all the other “-ings” are done, there is the moment when we all sit together. We tell the story. And frankly, that’s what connects all the things I wrote about here. Listening to your child plan for her own Seder – that’s continuing the story I started, and it’s found a place in her heart. Studying the text is exactly that: telling the story. We grapple, engage, disagree and relish the story over and over, making it live. And rehearsing/performing lets me tell a particular story for a short, sweet time.
We tell the story. Wishing you a sweet and loving Passover.