There is a beautiful story about a mother and daughter saying goodbye at the airport after being together for the holidays. The mother says to the daughter before she leaves, “I Wish You Enough.” A bystander notices this exchange and walks over to the mother who is watching her daughter board the plane with tears in her eyes. The bystander asks, “why did you say that to your daughter?” and she replies, “because this is probably the last time I will see my daughter before I die and I want her to know the secret to a happy life is to feel enough.” You will be enriched with the simple things and be content with whatever life brings to you.
The holidays are a reminder to us that we have enough, but it is a time of giving so perhaps less is more this year. Many of us spent the last Hanukkah and Christmas without our extended families and this year we are hoping to all be together celebrating life as it is. We do not need materialistic things, but we do need human connection and socialization. The value of family and friendship is more important now than ever. I am sending my loving prayers to those who will be without their loved ones during this season. May you find ease in your life. May you be safe. May you have enough.
Last week a wonderful gentleman, Joe Habib, passed away. Joe was from Bay Ridge, Brooklyn and I met him at beach yoga many years ago. He was kind, funny and very friendly. After class, he would always insist on carrying my 50 lb. speaker off the beach to my car. Many times, I would kid with him and say I am strong like a bull Joe, let me do it. Joe maintained he needed to do his mitzva for the week and to please allow him to carry my heavy speaker to the car. After so many of his mitzvas, we became friends and he told me about his life as a teacher who loved what he did. He was happy with the simple life of helping children and living a life with great friendships. At beach yoga, everyone knew him as the good guy from Brooklyn. He knew the secret to life was to be content.
My mom encouraged me and six other siblings to be content in life. This was coming from a woman who was raised on a poor farm in Ireland and quit school at 12 years old to care for her younger brother and sister when her mom died. She had nothing, traveled to America and was so very happy to have a life of luxury in a tenement apartment with the love of her life, my dad and her seven children.
She guided us by walking the walk. Going to church, doing mitzvas for many people without money or food and always being kind. All were welcomed in our home. I remember my mom and dad sponsoring an Egyptian family who lived upstairs from us to become American citizens. They didn’t really know them but were compassionate to their journey in this beautiful country that gave my family a life of abundance, a roof over our heads, food on the table and clothes to keep us warm. We had enough to make us happy.
This morning I dropped my daughter off at the airport for a new chapter in her life. I told her, “I love you very much and I wish you enough.” Imagine a world where we said to one another, “I Wish You Enough” and believed in the power of contentment.
"I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive. I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. I wish enough "Hellos" to get you through the final "Good-bye."
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