Good Experience

 

Hello Everyone:

This weekend was the Jewish New Year. Normally I absolutely hate the High Holidays because of all the chaos and going over to Sis’ house for a “state dinner” with a hoard of people. Or, spending a depressing evening with mum, counting the minutes until the meal is over. This year was different. In spite of or because of COVID-19, it was just us: Sis, BIL, and the nephews. You know what? It was a very good experience. We could relax and be ourselves not the version we show guests.  We even veered on to the subject of vomit and poop. Of course the teenage nephew complained about his school. He’s still not transferring to his preferred school. I forgot what that was like because it’s been so long since the last time I enjoyed sitting down to a holiday meal. I think part of had to do with the fact that I didn’t have to hide from a psychotic parent obsessed with cooking and perfect observance. It’s strange but ever since mum passed away, I’ve been less stressed. This was the first Jewish holiday I could actually relax and enjoy. That’s not to say I don’t miss her, I do but I don’t miss the chaos.  The most important think is I can just be myself and observe the holidays in a way that make me comfortable.