Mother's Day is a good reminder to thank your mother. To send her a bouquet, or pick up the phone. I recall one year when the kids were little, and they had made quite a fuss. They paraded down the hall with breakfast, flowers, and a candle.
"Happy Mother's Day to you, happy Mother's Day to you..." their voices alerted me to the surprise. But then there was a kerfuffle, as they realized that the flame had ignited the daisies. John stepped in to avert catastrophe.
A friend was walking into church one time and was greeted by a young man.
"How are you today?" he smiled.
"Not so good," she admitted.
"May I ask why?"
"Well, it's Mother's Day and my only son died."
He paused out of respect for her loss.
"Well, my mother died when I was young. What do you say to me taking you out for lunch?"
She was startled out of her sadness.
"That would be just lovely!"
He arrived to pick her up with roses, and they chatted over sandwiches. What is even more astonishing, is that he remembered the next year and they continued the tradition.
Sometimes life does not give us what we were expecting. Deserving, one might argue. But there are possibilities for ways to pretend. And sometimes it can be pretty sweet too.
