Either I am a fast worker or a terrible judge of how long things will take, because I always get all anxious that I won’t have enough time to complete a task and then I finish early. I guess that makes it a good thing I am a writer instead of a prostitute.
There is a Yahoo group for L.A. mothers, and yesterday a woman posted that she is having migraines, the treatment for which forces her to pump and dump. She has a three-week-old, is a low producer, and is heartbroken to watch that milk going down the drain. I replied that I know nothing about migraines, but I have a freezer full of pumped milk that I will have to throw away because it is going to expire before I can convince my baby to take a bottle. (You cannot donate milk to a milk bank unless you are prescreened before you pump. Already-pumped milk is not accepted.)
So, this very lovely mother of two came over and emptied our freezer of all of October and half of November. December we’re still hoping to feed to Lilah sometime in the next few months.
A mitzvah is a blessing, not a good deed. To do a good deed is to perform a mitzvah, but it is actually a blessing for the doer, not the recipient. I have been the recipient of a flood of mitzvoth lately, and it was nice to be able to pay it forward.
Plus, I got to say, “I told you so” to the husband who kept telling me I was just wasting freezer space. And you just can’t put a price on that.