I remember the first time I delivered a breakfast tray to my mom on Mother’s Day morning. I couldn’t have been more than eight years old. I don’t recall what I made, though I’m sure it was something simple. It certainly wasn’t a fancy tray of food, nor a gourmet one, but what I lacked in skill, I made up for in effort. I couldn’t remember ever seeing mom so happy.
Many years later, now a mom myself, I must admit I’m overjoyed to see my boys go out of their way to do the same.