What My 3-Year-Old Wanted this Saturday Night
If my 3-year-old, Yaakov, wants something, watch out…
Yesterday, it was a marshmallow.
First little Yaakov looked at me with his heartbreaker sky-blue eyes and said, “Eema, I want a marshmallow.”
“No, I’m not giving you a marshmallow.”
“But I WANT a marshmallow.”
“No, Yaakov, I’m not giving you a marshmallow.”
“But I want a marshmallow NOW…!”
And then Yaakov started crying so hard and so long that at 4 PM he simply collapsed into a deep sleep for three hours. After about an hour, I covered him with a blanket, which prompted him to call out from the middle of his sweet dream, “Marshmallow! I want a MARSHMALLOW!” and then fell back into his deep, deprived slumber.
On Saturday night, as I was washing dishes, Yaakov also wanted something. Very badly.
“Eema, I want Shabbat!”
“You want Shabbat? But Shabbat is over…”
Yaakov wasn’t going to let me off that easy….
“But I WANT Shabbat!”
“Yaakov, next week. Next week there will be another Shabbat.”
“But I want SHabbat NOW!”
“I’m sorry Yaakov. After Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday there will be another Shabbat, you’ll see.”
At which point Yaakov walked back to his blocks with sunken shoulders and a sad expression.
I guess even Yaakov realized this request was a lost battle before he began to cry. Because if crying would work to bring more Shabbat, wouldn’t we all?