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Jan. 28th, 2007 10:03 amI have a quiet moment before the tumult of my stepfather's 80th begins. Soon my sister and I will be preparing fruit salad for fifty people and all of us will be working our way through the few last things that remain to be done for the 70-80 people we will see today. The reason it's quiet now is because the older generation have started the pick-up run for the pre-made food (mini-bagels, cake, vast arrays of salad including 2 types of potato salad) and we can't do anything till the fruit comes. We can't even chop vegies for the dips because they're arriving with the fruit.
This is a perfect moment to think about my mother. She is making sure this party is as kosher as it comes even though it means a lot more hassle. This is because she wants my stepfather's religious brother and my religious sister to be comfortable. There is no fish, because she wants me and *her* brother to be comfortable. And that's just the start. She has at least seventy guests and each of them has been allowed for. Diabetics, coeliacs, vegetarians, lactose intolerant will all find much food. We're the only ones she has completely avoided ingredients for or completely changed catering for, but that's because we're the extreme ones. Fish would be fatal for me and for my uncle, and my sister and brother in law would have nothing to eat except maybe those mini-bagels and uncut fruit if we were't Adass-level kosher.
What really impresses me about my mother is the way she assumes that this is all as it should be and is no extra work. And the way she wants to do everything. There is no fuss or drama, she just hoes in and does it. Two of her children staged a small coup last night (I won't put an innocent look in here, it would look too arch) and we now have a working list so that she won't be doing quite as much, but she would have, and gladly.
I felt I needed a moment to appreciate her. I'm pretty certain I don't appreciate her nearly often enough.
This is a perfect moment to think about my mother. She is making sure this party is as kosher as it comes even though it means a lot more hassle. This is because she wants my stepfather's religious brother and my religious sister to be comfortable. There is no fish, because she wants me and *her* brother to be comfortable. And that's just the start. She has at least seventy guests and each of them has been allowed for. Diabetics, coeliacs, vegetarians, lactose intolerant will all find much food. We're the only ones she has completely avoided ingredients for or completely changed catering for, but that's because we're the extreme ones. Fish would be fatal for me and for my uncle, and my sister and brother in law would have nothing to eat except maybe those mini-bagels and uncut fruit if we were't Adass-level kosher.
What really impresses me about my mother is the way she assumes that this is all as it should be and is no extra work. And the way she wants to do everything. There is no fuss or drama, she just hoes in and does it. Two of her children staged a small coup last night (I won't put an innocent look in here, it would look too arch) and we now have a working list so that she won't be doing quite as much, but she would have, and gladly.
I felt I needed a moment to appreciate her. I'm pretty certain I don't appreciate her nearly often enough.