Counting of the Omer mustn’t only be quantitatively complete, but also qualitatively complete
u, are you still counting? With a brachah? Without a brachah?”
It’s become the standard meet-and-greet during Sefirah. I’m not going to ask you the brachah drill. But, nu, are you counting?
We do a lot of counting. Minutes, hours, days, years. Birthdays, anniversaries, labor pains, kids’ heads in the park. You name it, we count it.
I have a relative who made a one-month birthday party for her oldest child. She even has a picture framed to commemorate it. The baby is sitting in his seat and on his tray is a cupcake with one (unlit) candle. Oh, and baby is howling his head off. Okay, we know that 30-day-celebration wasn’t for baby, but for proud mom.
I was introduced to a new counting minhag when my oldest daughter got engaged. It’s called the Kallah Countdown Calendar. (I may be dating myself — pun intended — but they didn’t have this in my day, did they?) Her friends presented her with a huge wall-sized calendar listing every day between the l’chayim and the chasunah. (Mother’s insertion: There was a total of eight weeks, which included the Three Weeks, Tishah B’Av and summer bein hazmanim. I was panic counting.) There were pictures of important days, gown fitting, ring receiving, etc., and each day was crossed off with great ceremony.
So I know the importance of careful counting. Which is why I get so frustrated during Sefirah. I like counting! I’m a time-obsessed Yekkeh. But I do so much better at counting down and not so much at counting Up. Each night as I say the new number, I feel a sense of panic. Another day. Am I any better than yesterday?
As a kid, I had Edgar Guest’s poem hanging on the wall in my room. The last two lines read: “As you close your eyes in slumber, do you think that G-d would say, ‘You have earned one more tomorrow by the work you did today?’ ”
Have I? This is the crux of my frustration. I don’t want the days of my life to speedily slip by. I want to make a difference in Hashem’s world. So I add a thought as I say the new number every night, “Please Hashem, I want You to be able to count on me.”
(Originally featured in Family First, Issue 943)