Goodbye Kitchen

A new kitchen. A big birthday present. What was there to weep about?

But creating a new kitchen meant destroying the old one. One  so full of memories. My children, all thoroughly grown by now, had done their growing up in that kitchen. I and the young ones had sat around the kitchen table on Shabbos mornings, nibbling at Shabbos treats. I’d watched as one by one, the table emptied, as one more child became old enough to go to shul.

The shul goers would wait until the afternoon for Shabbos treats. That’s what growing up is all about, delaying gratification and learning what’s really important in life.