I didnâ€™t grow up with a mother who gave me any kind of pre-marital chat about how to be a good wife. But I learned from watching her. In our household, she was fully dedicated to taking care of my fatherâ€™s every need. I vividly remember their routine â€“ he ran a business about a 25-minute ride from home. He would call when he was leaving work, and my mother would time the evening supper meal perfectly so that when we all heard the automatic garage door opener, and my father was pulling in the driveway, my mother was plating up his dinner. Perhaps that is why my husband comes home to a warm meal every night, timed with his train schedule. I grew up thinking this was entirely normal.
The longer you are married, the easier it is to get lax on this kind of commitment. My husband, Stephen, would most certainly be forgiving if on any given evening he came home to a flustered, busy wife, and she said, â€œDidnâ€™t happen today, dear â€“ make yourself a sandwich.â€ Itâ€™s never happened, not once, and truthfully, I fully enjoy the ritual of preparing my husbandâ€™s breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Itâ€™s what I love about being married to him all these years, not what I wish I could remove from my to-do list. Chas vâ€™shalom.
And so it came to be just recently that my commitment to always putting my husband first was tested. A family simcha on my husbandâ€™s side meant that Stephen was going to go away to the Berkshire Mountains for a weekend, leaving the children and me here. (Thatâ€™s a longer story, not for this column, but everyone who reads Beyond BT can relate to when you decide to send away one member of the family to the obligatory family simcha that takes place over shabbos amongst non observant relatives). I made him his own special Shabbos food, and we packed him up to leave Friday morning. Meanwhile, the idea of Shabbos in our home without him was too depressing, so I called two good friends and invited the children and me to them, one Friday night, and one Shabbos day.
We make plans, and G-d laughs. Friday morning, the only news anyone was talking about was the first weather â€œeventâ€ to hit our area â€“ in the form of a major snowstorm for Saturday night and Sunday that promised to dump 2 feet of snow in the area. It would not be safe driving for my husband. And so, after a long pow wow, we decided that he would opt out of the simcha, and stay home for Shabbos. Fantastic news for us.
Hereâ€™s the rub. We NEVER go out on Friday night for a meal. Itâ€™s our family time, and my husband relishes Friday night dinner with just the family after a long workweek, and making up for the sleep he is deprived of all week long by his grueling schedule. When we learned that heâ€™d be home, he requested of me that I cancel our attendance at my friendâ€™s house, as he preferred to eat at home. I protested â€“ â€œthatâ€™s not fair to her, as Iâ€™m sure sheâ€™s done all the cooking alreadyâ€. And, truth be told, I wasnâ€™t interested or ready to make a Shabbos meal. I am ready for Shabbos by chatzos every week, and this was two hours before chatzos.
My husband is an agreeable guy, and he shrugged and agreed. Decision made. But it nagged at me. I knew that I wasnâ€™t putting him first. And, I knew that I could, if I wanted to. I called my friend to find out if sheâ€™d already cooked for us, and found out that she isnâ€™t a chatzos family â€“ she hadnâ€™t even begun cooking yet. And thatâ€™s when I knew the right decision. I wouldnâ€™t be putting her out by cancelling; in fact, it would relieve pressure on her. And I would make my husband very happy.
I got into gear, and without my husbandâ€™s knowledge (he had gone elsewhere for a few hours), I put together a meal and set the table for dinner â€“ before chatzos. Stephen would never have demanded it, but as he sat at the table on Friday night, beaming at his children, enjoying his wifeâ€™s cooking, and admiring a beautiful table, I knew that Iâ€™d made the right decision.
I was looking forward to a night off â€“ no cooking, no dishes to wash, someone else to serve me for once. I traded that freedom for something much better â€“ a look of gratitude in my husbandâ€™s eyes.
Azriela Jaffe is the author of twenty books. Most recently she has been focusing her writing efforts on holocaust memoirs. She is hired privately by families to write the life story of their surviving holocaust matriarch or patriarch. After months of interviews, she produces a finished book for the family. Azrielaâ€™s new novella, entitled ,â€œMeant to Beâ€ will be in Jewish bookstores the end of January. And most recently, she is known as the â€œchatzos ladyâ€ because she has organized an email support group that now includes 160 women from all over the world who want to learn how to be fully ready for Shabbos by mid-day on Friday. To join this group, email azriela at email@example.com. To inquire about her holocaust memoir writing, email firstname.lastname@example.org