For my birthday in 2009, I asked Shmuel to make me something rather than to buy me something. To me his creativity and his passion for beauty are worth more than anything he could pay for.
It was a few weeks before I was due to give birth to our baby girl, Esther Rosa. It was also a few days before Shmuel left on a filming trip to NYC, so we took a babysitter and went out to our favorite Jerusalem restaurant, Ryu. A bouquet of flowers was already waiting at the table, and he had pre-ordered the food, so they just brought it out (I’m terrible at ordering, so this was a relief for me).
Then he handed me my iPod Touch, which I had been looking for. Sneaky! He put the earphones in my ear and played me this video.
The waitress was kind enough to bring tissues. As my friends and family know, I cry at the drop of a hat, but what Shmuel made for me was just gorgeous, as you’ll see. What you won’t see above is the video letter he made for me, just filming himself talking in such a candid way about how he feels about me and our relationship. It was the best gift I’ve ever received (besides the kids themselves!) This Mother’s Day, as we’re living with my mom and my children, I’m really grateful for being on both ends of the relationship, both a mother and a child. It’s awesome to be a link in a chain to the future.
I wish you could see it as he gave it to me, with Eric Clapton’s “Tears in Heaven” as the soundtrack and our voices in the background, but this is our special copyright-friendly version for Youtube.
For those of you reading this who don’t know Moishe and Israel, I hope you’ll get to know them because they’re wonderful children. And for those of you who do, I’m sure you’ll agree! Please leave a comment below letting us know what you think.
For another video thanking mothers, check out Shmuel’s video Charlie Harary: Tribute to the Jewish Mother (Wissotzky Tea).
You’ll also like Shmuel’s video invitation to the simchat bat we had for Esti when she was born.
And for Jenny Weisberg’s book trailer, click here: Jewish Motherhood, One Baby-Step at a Time.