by Akiva at Mystical Paths
Well, I want to say shavua tov, a good week, but it's not after Shabbos. To be honest, I always find Pesach difficult. B"H, being blessed with children, it's an incredibly busy time. Besides the great efforts in preparation (and, just to be straight, it's my wife that does 95% of that work), the children have to be fed (before), a seder has to be run trying to keep the right balance for the various ages at the table (from young child to the various adults), and then comes Chol Hamoed. The children want to be entertained (a Chol Hamoed custom) and the wife, very deservadely, wants a break. So entertainment dad is on duty.
Somehow, for me, it's never until the last days that I find a chance for those quiet moments in davening (prayer), learning (torah), and yes, with the children also. While through much of the first days I feel we're struggling to get through a whirlwind of activity, as the morning of the last day comes I feel a sadness in knowing that the day will end, this time with Hashem will depart, and all the meaningless drudgery of the world will return.
And now it has, we're working feverously (well my wife is) to put all the Pesach utensils away, and tomorrow is a regular day.
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Wednesday, April 11, 2007
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