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A Matter of Perspective
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by Sara N. brejt, esq., cPc
“Mommy, you forgot to turn off your kitchen game,” said my 4-year-old.
We were about to leave the house, and I was anxious to get going.
“My what?”
“Your kitchen game.”
“Hmm what is he talking about? … Oh!”
“You mean the computer program where Mommy looks at different things for our new kitchen?”
“Right, Mommy, your kitchen game.”
After all, he must have thought, everyone plays games on the computer.
He and his sisters and brothers had Math Blaster, Pajama Sam and The Oregon Trail.
And Mommy has her kitchen game.
In our new kitchen, I wanted a pareve section – sink, oven, cabinetry – not a mirror image kitchen of only milchigs and fleishigs. So, I sat at the computer, with a kitchen-designing computer program for many hours and laid out and designed our new kitchen. And re-configured. And tweaked. Baruch Hashem, I finally designed the three-part kitchen that I wanted – green for pareve, red for fleishigs, and blue for milchigs.
My son only saw me playing my “kitchen game,” day after day.
Everyone sees the world through the lens of their own perspective. he’s not colorblind.
He brought me his red, er green, er red, cap and showed me the underside of the visor part of the cap and, by golly, it was totally green. Sure, the world saw the outside color of red-and-white, but when he wore his hat, and looked up
Speaking of green, I asked a different son to put on his red baseball cap before he went outdoors. “But Mommy, I only have a green hat.”
“You have a red and white one, please put it on.”
“No, I only have a green one.”
“Hmm, something here is not right.”
I know what you’re thinking, and, no, at the sky, all he saw was the “green” part of his hat.
To him, it was a green hat.
Everyone sees the world through the lens of their own perspective.
The day after our first daughter’s engagement, our 5-year-old son was very angry at us.
Huh, this doesn’t make sense. He should be happy! What was going on?!?
It took a while to figure this one out!
We finally uncovered that he was angry at us for not bringing him to what he thought was his sister’s wedding!
On the previous evening – after the l’chaim – my husband and I and the engaged couple and another daughter hurried off to attend a chasunah. We also took our two older boys back to their yeshiva as it was close to the wedding hall.
So, basically, the seven oldest members of our family left the house, right after the l’chaim, to go to a wedding. And our little one thought that we had left the house to attend his sister’s wedding! And we had left him at home. We apologized profusely, of course.
Everyone sees the world through the lens of their own perspective.
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