"Cleaning for Pesach?", you ask.
No. But that's a
rant post for another day.
History has a funny way of repeating itself. When I got married, I discovered that my in-laws had a long standing tradition of always inviting a certain elderly lady to their sedorim. I was regaled every year with the story of how my in-laws' Dear Daughter 1 arrived at their doorstep on Erev Pesach one year with their brand new baby girl in tow. This newborn had never seen a bottle, let alone sucked on one, and was promptly deposited into my mother in law's bewildered arms. DD1 was going to the hospital with a kidney stone emergency. Hurried instructions were left to watch this tiny baby. My mother in law was more than a few years out of the childcare "business" and was nearing panic. She telephoned "Mrs. S" who had been a baby nurse for many years and begged her, "Please come spend Pesach with us and help us care for this infant!". "Mrs. S" came, did her magic, and thus began a tradition of tremendous Hakoras Hatov on the part of my in-laws. They never forgot this woman's generosity and recounted it year after year along with sipur yetzias mitzrayim as "Mrs. S" sat at the seder table.
Now granted - this week is not quite "Erev" Pesach, but on Monday night my own DD1 appeared on my doorstep with her 1 1/2 year old and 5 week old daughters (this newborn had also never laid eyes on a bottle) and set off to the hospital with acute appendicitis. I, being a bit younger than my mother in law was at the time of her story, was, with the help of Hashem and my darling husband, able to get back into the swing of 2 am feedings and diaper changes. But blogging? I was missing a few hands for that.
Boruch Hashem, my daughter is recovering slowly and we look forward to a refuah sheleima bekarov.
(I will be re-vacuuming Cheerios out from under the furniture in rooms that had already been cleaned..... posts may be a bit spotty....)