If you’ve been there ‘n done that, then you can possibly know how I feel. For those of you who still are waiting for this miracle to happen, it is indescribable.
When Melanie, my first eynikl came, I stared through the glass window in the hospital nursery. In the third bassinette was my little cherub, mama of my ur-eynikl. I became transfixed--as if in a stupor. Never having been under the influence of peyote or other drug, I can only imagine the euphoria.
So, now, my ur-eynikl, little Lyla Sophia, extends my flesh on Earth for still another generation. Perhaps she will be one of those who will help us perpetuate our mame-loshn. Perhaps she will raise a family to bring back the yidishkeyt I have known and love.
To come home from Jerry and his committee’s stirring IAYC conference in Michigan, and to get this wonderful news makes me ask, “Does it ever get any better than this?” Come share with me this blessing, un lomir ale trinken a glezele vayn.
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