A Jewish Mother

The year is 2016 and the United States has elected the first woman, as well as the first Jewish, President: Susan Goldfarb.
She calls up her mother a few weeks after Election Day and says,
"So, Mom, I assume you will be coming to my inauguration?"
Her mother responds, "I don't think so.  It's a ten hour drive and your father isn't as young as he used to be ... and my arthritis is acting up again."
Susan then says, "Don't worry about it, Mom.  I'll send Air Force One to pick you up and take you home.  And a limousine will pick you up at your door."
But her mother continues, "I don't know.  Everybody will be so fancy-schmantzy . . . what on earth would I wear?"
"Oh Mom," replies Susan, "I'll make sure you have a wonderful gown custom-made by the best designer in New York.?"
"Honey," her mom complains, "you know I can't eat those rich foods you and your friends' like to eat."
The President-to-be responds, "Don't worry Mom.  The entire affair is going to be handled by the best caterer in New York.  Kosher all the way.
Mom, I really want you to come."
Eventually Mom reluctantly agrees, and on January 20, 2017, Susan Goldfarb is being sworn in as President of the United States.  In the front row sits the new President's mother, who leans over to a Senator sitting next to her and says .. . .
"You see that woman over there with her hand on the Torah, becoming President of the United States?"
The Senator whispers back, "Yes I do."
Mom says proudly, "Her brother is a doctor."