Today is Mother's Day, and the material world often skews what is really important. Thankfully, this year's glut of advertisements urging everyone to buy chocolates and flowers and jewelry for their moms has come to an end.
And I look at my son ... all grown up now. A man. An honest, hard-working man who watches out for me now that I'm getting older. Who helps me every time I need help. Who is more wise and more logical and more educated and more well-traveled than me. The son I raised who has seemingly grown up overnight, in the blink of an eye, because I think it was only yesterday that I brought him home from the hospital as a tiny newborn baby, but really that was 1985. It only seems like yesterday.
So, the best gift for me is to see my son more successful and happier and wiser and more adventurous and braver than me, because that was always my hope. That he would be bigger and better than me. And he is.
My gift is my son. That is all I need every day.