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Mother’s Day
It’s been a while and I do apologize, but those guys (mom and dad) took me from Mexico back to Canada; Hamilton, Canada to be precise! Can you imagine the trauma I felt? Yes, I do have feelings now. Actually, I’ve always had feelings, and while I can ‘t express them in words, I sure can get the message across. I am either happy conveyed with a smile — everyone loves my smile, even people in Hamilton. Or I am mad – fist clenched and my whole body stiff. The latter often gets me into trouble cause I end up smacking my head into whatever is behind it. If it is my dad, it really hurts because he is all bone.
I am smiling a lot today because in Mexico, it is Mother’s Day. Mom had to remind dad that it was mother’s day which is funny cause it was dad’s idea that we should all go to Mexico to be there for Mother’s Day. That way my mom could celebrate with her mom and my abuela could celebrate with her mom, my bisabuela. Mother’s Day is very big in Mexico and is on May 10 every year. The local laundry that dad and I always go to is even closed today. There are two moms there so they both get the day off. There is a big sign outside
“cerrado 10 mayo para el día de la madre.”
Other than to say I love my mom a lot on this day and every day, even when my fists are clenched, I also think I am very lucky to get the best string of mom’s in the world. They all really do love me a lot, but then, what is there not to love?
How I made it to 14 1/2 months mom and dad will never know!
We arrived back in Hamilton for my first birthday and most of the time has been spent adjusting to a different climate; a different space.
Dad had to go back to work. I don’t get to see him as much as I did in Mexico. Usually he gets home in time to clean up my mess in the kitchen and then help mom bath me. Then mom feeds me (dad can’t) and I fall asleep. Pretty routine if you ask me. Apparently, if you ask mom and dad, when it comes to me, routine is something they really like. I am not sure why.
Dad had to share his birthday with me. Mom said it would be best if we had the party before my birthday, but after dad’s. Dad did all the work and I got all the presents except the jeans dad got from his friends. The jeans would never have fit me!
After our birthday party, mom and dad went into planning their seders. Can you imagine, I am 14 months old and I have been to five seders; two last year and three this year. That’s an average of one every three months. How Jewish am I?
This year I found the afikomen at all three seders. Each seder had nearly 60 people in three different cities and I find the afikomen in all three. Everyone applauded when dad held up my hand with the afikomen. Canadians are so polite! Israelis not so much.
The Israelis started shooting Palestinians in Gaza for no other reason than they could. Peaceful protesters were being gunned down. Even kids a bit older than myself. This year’s Seders were somber; hearing about murders reportedly being done in your name will do that to people.
Once the Seders were out of the way, mom and dad focused on a talk they were cosponsoring. The topic, Palestinian Liberation Theology. The speaker was Naim Ateek. He is the founder of Palestinian Liberation Theology. He was on tour promoting his new book. Mom was very excited because her organization is called the Jewish Liberation Theology Institute. Palestinian and Jewish Liberation theologies finding common ground — mom and dad were sure there would be people that would be upset and they were right.
B’nai B’rith, a human rights organization and an oxymoron if ever there was one, were outraged at a paragraph used in the presentation. They claimed the paragraph was anti-semitic. Dad hates it when everything that questions Israel is called anti-emetic.
B’nai B’rith issued a press release demanding the tour organizers loose their charitable status. They then pressured local venues to cancel the use of their space. What they failed to mention was that the paragraph was a quote from a Jew about what extremist settlers believe. They forgot to mention that. Selective to say the least. Dad thinks B’nai B’rith should loose their charitable status. Only if Justin Trudeau wasn’t so misguided on his understanding of human rights.
The book tour survived the attacks and was a huge success.
So it was after the book tour that mom and dad headed to Mexico; and it was on the way to Mexico that I took a dive. This was not a dive like they do in hockey. While dad wasn’t looking, I stood up in my bus seat and promptly ended up with my face planted on the floor. Boy did that hurt. I got one big bump on my head.
I’ve hit my head so many times, that mom keeps telling dad that they are going to save a fortune in education. Dad says that’s okay with him cause it would be easier if there were two people in the family who weren’t as smart as mom. I didn’t really understand what he meant but that may be because I keep hitting my head.
Part of hitting my head, except on the bus, is because I can now walk. Walking is just about all I like to do, except eating grapes and connecting to moms chichi. To be honest, I like it when dad carries me too, but that’s only after a hit my head or feel like I am about to.
Now that I can walk, I like to explore everything. Sometimes exploring gets me into more trouble. Dad and mom take turns watching me, following me, and saving me from myself. They do this because they think I need to explore and learn. They either don’t want to interfere, or they are just plain afraid that I will clench my fists and throw my head back.
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