There are some parties that are prepared out of habit, sometimes even out of duty. Jobs are divvied, menus created, the party comes and the party goes. Then there are the simchahs we create to commemorate a milestone, perhaps the birthday of a family matriarch, who has shaped us in so many ways, from how we’ve raised our children to how we stuff our cabbage and host our guests.
This party is about so much more than about grosgrain versus satin, live music versus stereo, or fleishigs versus milchigs. It’s about the celebration of a mother’s full life, and the attention we pay to planning it is just a representation of that appreciation.