A Portrait of Pesach in 20 Egg Cartons
A Sound Investment
I was at a wedding the other day when the conversation veered, not surprisingly, towards Pesach. I admitted how much I enjoy the holiday, while another woman in the community kindly disagreed. She confessed she wished it were over already and made me laugh with her description of the scene in her home. It’s so demanding, she said. What’s more, I’m a short-order cook for the whole eight days.
While I concur with her on both points, neither makes me love Pesach any less. The discussion did, however, leave me wondering why I harbor such affection for a holiday that tries the bodies and souls of those of us making it. And it’s only now, as I write from the trenches of preparation more than a week later, that I can finally articulate an answer.
To me, Pesach is magical. It has been since I was a little girl sitting by my grandfather’s side, my legs swinging beneath the seder table, and it’s a feeling that has continued to grow over time. Why? Because the holiday allows us to do something we can’t do at any other point during the year – to time travel.
Through both our storytelling and our other observances, we go back to where we came from, gleaning spiritual wisdom from our collective memory as a Jewish people, reliving the tears of our slavery, and exulting in our redemption. The holiday demands that we live in the present, too, making physical changes to our daily norms – turning our homes upside down to shake out the chametz and altering how we eat. And lastly, it leads us, with the hagada as our guide, to holy places where we can question our role in the world and define what matters to us, letting the answers determine where we go next.
This perspective inspires me to pin a lot of hope on this holiday. What we create during Pesach will, I believe, help shape how my sons think and feel about their childhood and Jewish tradition. I want them to remember with warmth and nostalgia that there was good in all that hard work, that I wasn’t just sleep-deprived and cranky the entire week before we tasted the first bite of matzah – even though I will be sleep-deprived and the tiniest bit cranky – and that there was a lot of love around our seder table.
So I plod along, talking to God as I cleanse our home of chametz and kasher the kitchen, grate the horseradish and make the boys’ favorite Pesach delicacies. The next few days of preparation will demand a lot of me, as will the holiday itself. I’ll be exhausted, to be sure. But the long-term returns, I pray, will be worth it, and that seems like reason enough.
Wishing everyone a meaningful Pesach.
P.S. To read more of more my thoughts about Pesach, check out my latest column in the Jewish Week and the NJJN, Honored Guests at the Seder Table.
10 thoughts on “A Sound Investment”
I loved this. I am finding that now that I am turned over, I am much calmer. And really appreciated your reminder about why we work so hard.
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🙂 Thanks, Aliza.
What a beautiful article. You gave substance and meaning to the Pesach preparations while providing much needed chizuk to Jewish women the world over. Thank you. May you keep inspiring people with your unique talent.
Thank you, Itta!
Other than the short-order cook part (at a certain point, I want to hire that duty out!), I concur with your assessment of the Pesach magic!.
One day, let’s get a magic wand so we can sit back and watch the magic happen!
I love your perspective. It is both a living in the present and diving into memory holiday!
Thanks, Nina! More so, I think, than any other holiday. Wishing you all a Chag Sameach!