Yesterday morning around 7:30 am, Lucy came groggily downstairs to wish me a happy Mother's Day. She had set her alarm the night before so she would be able to see me before I went to the Zen center for Sunday service. And she presented me with a chocolate bar.
Finnian, being of perhaps a more practical nature, left a card and his gift of a chocolate bar on the dining room table the night before, secure in the knowledge that I would see it in the morning without his needing to get out of bed.
Before the service began, a handful of women - mothers - came in. We all laughed at the idea that our Mother's Day treat was to get away from the very children who conferred this title upon us. We laughed but we all agreed, it was a treat.