However it is that we understand Mother’s Day … whether we celebrate, mourn, or bridle at the notion of yet another day commandeered by marketers to sell us things we probably don’t need and don’t want; it is once again upon us.

And with it, my inbox overflows with classic gift suggestions like chocolate and flowers, perfect for delivery mere hours before day’s end, if you happen to be the offspring of the last-minute variety.

Not that I’m complaining. Were they to ask — and they have despite an experiential clairvoyance that has had them preface all fact-finding queries with “and don’t tell me … — “that I just want my children to be happy.”

“Might as well ask for world peace,” they retort …

Which makes me wonder, again, if a good mother would just give a suggestion, something readily attainable. Or whether they would acknowledge the........

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