Today is Lag Ba’omer. I have some non-coherent thoughts about how this holiday with very spiritual origins has somehow been transformed into another excuse for BBQ and…a day off school? What is that about?
But in what is proving to be a bit of a tradition, on days when Miss M is out of school but AM is not, I take her out for breakfast. She is partial to French Toast, because the mere idea of consuming an egg that looks like an egg (and therefore has a starring role in a typical Israeli cafe breakfast) gives her the willies. I am partial to something that involves coffee, because she is inevitably up at the crack of dawn on these special mornings.
This morning, as she was thoughtfully chewing on her French Toast and I was mournfully eyeing the bottom of my coffee cup, we were also discussing people’s talents. I was trying to explain that I think being talented means doing something with ease that for other people is difficult or impossible. That her talent is art (visual arts) and AM’s appears to be math, and Taxman’s is singing.
“What’s your talent, Ema?” she asked.
“I’m still trying to figure that out,” I told her. “What do you think my talent is?”
“I think…I think your talent is sweeping.”
“Sleeping?” I asked, because of course I had had Saturday night nap-induced insomnia.
Sad? Funny? I will give extra weight to your answer if you’ve seen the inside of my house.