I have sooooo many Jewish mothers. It’s really kind of awesome. And they all have one common goal…to get me married off to some nice Jewish boy.
Over Chanukah break, I visited an old friend of mine, who mentioned that she might know someone, and would I please give her my rabbi’s contact information so that he could be in on whatever happens. She then proceeded to grill me on what exactly my requirements were so that she could start actively looking, and send any appropriate candidates my way.
Then I went to my friends the G family for Shabbos (and brought two friends with me. They don’t know that much Hebrew, and this family is largely Israeli, so there was a bit of a language gap that caused a lot of amusement for all involved. I think we broke their brains with our terrible Hebrew….); anyway, so Mrs. G told me while the other girls were finishing up their pre-Shabbos prep that she’d been looking into a possible shidduch for me– “he’s tall, he’s American, he’s good-looking, I really thought he might be perfect for you!” Except it turns out that this guy has mental problems, or some such. (“But I’m still looking!” she assured me.)
I’m both amused and appreciative that both of these people are trying so hard to match me up. Even in the religious world, I’m years away from being considered an old maid, so I’m not sure how necessary it is at this point (and of course I can hear secular readers asking “why do you need to get married at all?!”)…but I do love that so many people are looking out for me (and my other half, whoever he may be). In this world, it means they care.
And who knows…maybe I’ll find someone while I’m here.