School is back in session, and somehow Rosh Hashanah is already upon us.
As the High Holiday season approaches, it is hard not to think about the people we have lost over the past year who will not be there to usher in the new year with us. Holiday gatherings change from year to year, and this year that feels especially true for me.
As I talked about at my mom’s funeral, she always instilled in us the importance of making sure no one felt left out of a holiday gathering. That is something I think about often this time of year.
One of the things I have always loved most about the High Holidays is seeing a full synagogue, with the room opened up and every seat filled. I love seeing people who are back in town visiting family, reconnecting with people I grew up with who have moved away, and meeting new families who have joined the community.
There is that old saying that some people come to synagogue to talk to God and others come to talk to each other. I see the beauty in both. There is something special about simply being together.
At Mosaic, Rosh Hashanah orders are rolling in, and I love knowing that our food will be part of so many families’ holiday tables. This coming Sunday, we will also be at the JCC Tapestry event with food and samples, and we are excited to see everyone there.
I have also been thinking about how proud I am to have my girls working in the business with me. My older two daughters have worked with me for years and can now handle small events from start to finish, work multiple roles in the café, make deliveries and jump in wherever they are needed.
This week, I watched my daughter Eva step up and handle two meals of consolation on her own. She did it not only because I needed her help, but because she understands how important it is to show up for people during a time of mourning. That makes me incredibly proud.
It is always funny when I tell a customer that one of my daughters will be working their event. They are usually shocked that I have a child old enough to do it! I laugh, reassure them that she has it covered — and they always do.
This Shabbat will look a little different. My 12-year-old and I will be in Minneapolis, so we will be attending services at a synagogue that is new to us, where I will say Kaddish for my mother.
It will not be the same as being home with our family and our own synagogue, but perhaps that is part of this season too — carrying our traditions with us while discovering a new Jewish community.
As we move toward a new year, I am reminded that traditions continue even as life changes around them. We gather, we remember, we welcome people in, and we keep showing up for one another.
Wishing everyone a meaningful start to the High Holiday season and a sweet new year ahead.
