The Photo of My Daughter
Last week my 4-year-old, Tsofia, was the “Girl of the Week” in nursery school.
That meant a few things. It meant Tsoofy got to sit next to her teacher, Ganenet Chaya, the whole week during teaching time. It meant every day Tsoofy got to wear Shabbat dresses and her white Shabbat shoes (on the mornings when we could find them). It meant Tsoofy brought in hamentaschen and 23 copies of a Purim picture to color to share with her classmates. And, it meant that photos of Tsofia at various stages babyhood to 4-year-old hood were displayed for the whole week in the “Girl of the Week Gallery” for all to see.
So, late on Saturday night I was looking through old photos on the computer tracking down some nice shots of Tsoofy. I decided to search around the professional photos from family simchas, bat mitzvahs and brises, and found 6 photos that I thought would look awesome in the gallery.
I printed them up first thing Sunday morning and when I saw the photos up in the “Girl of the Week Gallery,” I was so pleased.
Yesterday, I took all the photos home from the gan, and my 12-year-old, Maayan, was looking through them when she came across the photo of Tsoofy dressed up for a bat mitzvah in a pink satiny dress.
“Eema,” she protested, “this is not Tsofia!”
“Yes it is!” I responded, with an “I know what I’m talking about,” “Don’t be silly!” insistence to my voice.
“Look at the dress she’s wearing,” she continued. “This is NOT Tsoofy! This was Moriah at Hadas’ bat mitzvah 5 years ago!”
And then reality sunk in…How had I been so stupid? Tsofia wasn’t even at that bat mitzvah! Actually she was—as 5-month old fetus in utero!
But even after I knew this was a photo of Moriah at age 4 and not Tsoofy today, I could not believe it wasn’t Tsoofy. Moriah 5 years ago looked EXACTLY like Tsofia.
Which reminded me one of the reasons why I love having this large a family, KA”H.
It’s true. Having 8 kids is demanding. There’s more:
Dirty laundry and
Food to prepare and
Dentists appointments and
Doctors appointments and
Teachers to call and
Clothing to buy and
Smelly diapers to change and
Runny noses to wipe and
ALL AROUND BALAGAN
But there’s also more:
Siddur Parties and
Chumash Parties and
Bar Mitzvahs and
Bat Mitzvahs and
8th Grade Graduations and
Birthday Parties and
Random Sweet Mothering Moments when we’re all just hanging out and enjoying each others’ company
And with this many kids, I get to weep through and relive those sweet parts again and again and again…
And again and again and again…
And yet again.