From The Bimah: Jewish Lessons For Life

When I was home for Thanksgiving this year, my mom and I were going through some old boxes at the bottom of a closet when we came across a bag of colorful fabrics.  “What’s this?” I asked my mom. With a funny look on her face, my mom took the bag and started looking through it.  “This is the quilt I was going to make you when you were a baby.” Apparently, when I was born, my mom didn’t want to just be a stay-at-home caretaker.  She wanted to feel productive.  To be able to show something beyond a growing baby for the time she was spending at home.  Naturally, she decided to make a baby quilt.  She went to the fabric store and picked out a book of quilt patterns, she bought fabric and washed it, and then every day, when she would put me down for a nap, she would go and work on that quilt.  It all seemed to be going well until it came time to put the squares together.  Then, somehow, they wouldn’t fit.  At the time, my mom was so sleep-deprived that she couldn’t figure out how to make it work.  She threw those