My Unexpected Present

March 12, 2015




With all due respect to exercise enthusiasts, I think the person who coined the expression, “no pain, no gain,” probably thought of it while preparing for Passover. It may have taken me almost thirty years, but, thank G-d, the “gain” may have finally overtaken the “pain.” I still have remnants of the lump in my throat from the other day when I started cleaning for the holiday.

With all due respect to Passover, like everything Jewish, if I view it negatively, the failing is mine, not G-d’s. In my early years of cleaning for Passover, I was told that once upon a time in the shtetl, people simply wiped off their table and chairs, picked up the mats they slept on, swept the concrete floor of their humble home, and Passover cleaning was finished. It wasn’t fair to blame G-d for the fact that my kids took food upstairs. As much as I understood this perspective in my early Passover-making years, I didn’t care. Okay, so the failing was mine. I still disliked Passover. The fact was, I had “no life”  in the weeks when I was getting ready for Passover, and in the early days, I was still fighting for one. I wasn’t wrong to think that any crusty substance on a toy or table was potentially chometz, the leavened grain product forbidden on Passover, but the scrupulous elimination of it all seemed beyond my capability.  I tried to appreciate the spiritual corollary of Passover cleaning–that I was eliminating my own arrogance (analogous to “puffed up” bread) in order to become humble (like”flat” matzah) to truly appreciate G-d–but for several years, it backfired. Passover was when I “felt myself” more than ever.  And it wasn’t always pretty.

We even named the storage room in our old house, “The Broken Bowl Room,” to immortalize what happened there. I blocked out the details; I just remember that I promised myself I would never get angry at my kids like I did when they broke that expensive bowl (the one we put away so it wouldn’t break) while I was trying to clean for Passover. (So far, I haven’t.)

Something had to change and I knew it had to be me. I was committed to Chabad life in its entirety and the Passover package was part of it, every year whether I liked it or not. There’s some anxiety surrounding Passover still, but the anger and resentment slowly disappeared and are now long gone.

The other day, there was a different feeling entirely.

It was the first day in many months that was both sunny and warm in Pittsburgh and I was feeling like I had just been freed from a hard winter’s prison. What could I do outside to celebrate this moment? I realized I could start my Passover cleaning by taking the toys outside to wash them. Adding to my excitement was the fact that I had even gotten my marching orders on what to actually do: my husband Zev had recently suggested we finally get rid of the toys that were broken, missing parts or just plain disgusting.

Sorting through the collection, I found a large plastic castle that had been around for years. It was dirty but perfectly intact. I took it outside to give it a thorough cleaning; I wanted to restore whatever dignity I could.

As I carefully wiped each surface, my thoughts began to wander.

Which child decided to draw on the turrets?

How many kings and queens have been imagined in here?

I felt a lump in my throat as I thanked G-d for my children.

Then I thought: my children’s toys are now my grandchildren’s toys. 

I didn’t think about this “gain” when I started cleaning for Passover so many years ago.

Then again, I didn’t think about a lot of things back then, mostly, how fast the time would go once the kids grew up, and how grateful I would be that I never allowed the “pain” to stop me.



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    Lieba, so beautiful on so many levels.

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      Lieba Rudolph

      I am so glad you enjoyed, Sarahrivka. Thank you for writing and for always being so supportive…this means so much to me!

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    Sharon Saul

    Sooooo beautiful

    1. Reply

      Lieba Rudolph

      I love when you comment. Thanks, Sharon!

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    Iris Nahemow

    Lieba, this is beautiful.. I will think of it each time i prepare for Passover. what a gift.

    1. Reply

      Lieba Rudolph

      Hi Iris! So nice to hear from you…thank you for your kind words…have a good Shabbos.

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    So love being in this loop! Hugs to ALL…..

    1. Reply

      Lieba Rudolph

      So glad you enjoy this loop…I love hearing from you, Patsy! Good Shabbos!

  5. Reply

    Helene Wishnev

    Touching and beautiful! Thanks.

    1. Reply

      Lieba Rudolph

      Thank YOU for reading and commenting, Helene!

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    Dear Lieba,
    What a thought provoking message.
    I certainly will keep this in mind in preparation for Pesach.
    Hoping you and your precious family are well – think of you often and your wonderful hospitality.
    Fond regards

    Denese Zaslansky

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      Lieba Rudolph

      Thank you, Denese, for your sweet comment. We would love to see you in Pittsburgh soon!

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    Tziporah Goldstein

    Really liked this one.

    1. Reply

      Lieba Rudolph

      I’m so glad. Really liked hearing from you, Tziporah!:)

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    Chana Perelman

    So funny, the toy project was going to be mine too this year! Keep those positive vibes coming our way.

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      Lieba Rudolph

      I’m trying, Chana!! Thanks for your comment…happy cleaning!!

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