Shabbos makes us stop. Think. Notice. Experience. Reflect
This week, tens of thousands of Jews will be discovering Shabbos for the first time thanks to The Shabbos Project. We’re fortunate enough to enjoy it every week, yet I find I can still use reminders of what a gift the day is. One came just last week.
There was a kiddush in shul. I made the mistake of telling Little Guy about it right after he woke up. Every five minutes, he’d ask the same question: “When are we going to the kiddush? Let’s go already.” And I’d patiently (and not so patiently) tell him that it was still early and we’d go soon.
Meanwhile, my inner taskmaster was ensuring that I got all my Shabbos Morning Tasks done. Give kids breakfast — check. Get kids dressed — check. Daven with them — check. I set them up with some toys and they played quietly (and not so quietly) while I davened. I finished davening, glanced at the clock. It wasn’t yet ten o’clock. Kiddushim in our shul nearly always start around ten thirty, and the shul was only five minutes away. I could get more done.
I set the table. Made a dressing for the salad. I was ready to cut up the salad and put out dips when Little Guy reached the end of his little rope. He wanted to go to the kiddush right now! It was only ten fifteen, but out we went.
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