It’s Mothers Day.
And my old boss is selling gift certificates.
Great deal! Just $25 each. And each one buys
Much more than $25 worth of goodies! Ways to pamper mom!
I buy one for a mother I know, and immediately wonder
Why am I spending my money on her? Regret the outlay of cash.
Regret the generous urge.
And then, another friend of mine, a mother, too,
Hands me a certificate just like it!
How generous of her! How uncomfortable for me!
I have nothing to give back. I didn’t buy her anything.
And do I want $25 from my old boss, anyway?
Why, I wonder later, can’t I just accept the flow?
The generosity of mothers?
The unequal give and take that adds up to good for all?
A boy runs toward me
His hands folded against his left hip,
Making a sideways v-shape
Someone tells me this is the sign of love and respect
From child, for parent.