Walking with my son to his Gemora teacher's house on Motzei
Shabbos, we passed the grand opening of the new Angel Bakery
in our neighborhood. They were giving out free rolls and
rugelach. And they were packed!
"Go after you learn, " I advised my son with motherly wisdom.
He obliged. A wise, obedient son...
An hour and a half later the door flew open and Aaron stormed
in. "There was nothing left," he scowled.
I was on the phone at the time with my sister. I didn't even
have to tell her what happened since I had mentioned the
first part before and this last part she heard, loud and
clear.
"He feels cheated," she said with sisterly wisdom. And not
being directly involved. "Go buy him something. Why should he
miss out just because he listened to you?"
I, being who I am, especially with the financial limitations
that I have, would normally have responded with, "We don't
need that stuff, we have plenty in the house, nothing to get
upset about!" With not necessarily any wisdom. But since my
sister said...and he was definitely not in a good mood, not
even a reasonable mood, I bowed my head to her wisdom and
shouted, "Aaron, come on! Lets go to the store! "
We headed to the store with him grumbling. He kicked a stone,
hands deep in his pocket.
In the store, I handed him a chocolate milk and then a bag of
Bissli. At the next aisle I pushed a small bag of chocolate
lentils into the curve of his arm since both his hands were
full. "Anything you want Aaron, just name it! "
He was definitely in a state of shock, since this was so very
out of the ordinary.
His response, with a grin, "Anything I want? I want to go to
the cash register fast, before you change your mind!"
And so the grand opening of our week started with, thank G-d,
lots of wisdom.
