A song from the musical “Fiddler on the Roof ” comes to mind every Mother’s Day. Tevye, a poor Jewish milkman, is growing insecure. So he asks his wife Golde, “Do you love me?” At first she is silent and seems preoccupied with her work. Then she suggests he must be worried about their daughters who want to marry. She guesses that Tevye must have indigestion and should rest for awhile.
Then Tevye sings his question, even more urgently: “Do you love me?” Golde answers, “You’re a fool.” For a third time Tevye sings, “Do you love me?” She answers with, “I’m your wife.” Finally Golde begins her response by pointing out all the things that she has done for him over the years: washing, cooking, laundry, bearing his children, putting up with him, milking the cow.
Tevye persists, “But do you love me?” Finally Golde replies, “After 25 years, why talk about that now?” When Tevye persists yet again she sings:
For twenty-five years I’ve lived with him // Fought him, starved with him // Twenty-five years my bed is his // If that’s not love, what is?
Tevye draws a conclusion: “Then you love me?” Finally, Golde admits, “I suppose I do.” Tevye responds: “And I suppose I love you, too.” Then both sing: “It doesn’t change a thing // but even so // after twenty five years // it is nice to know.”
There is a lot to think about in the lyrics of “Do You Love Me.” Especially on Mother’s Day. This beautiful song from “Fiddler on the Roof” reminds us of all that our mothers have done for us. They are the foundation of our families and the bearers of our culture and faith.
God bless all mothers. Living and deceased.
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