You might be thinking about Mother’s Day—what to do for that special woman, the one who fed (or feeds) you, bandaged the skinned knees, laughed at the goofy jokes and attended every one of the many soccer games, dance recitals and even the screechy grade-school band concerts (cheering supportively, every step of the way). This is the woman who tucked you in at night, and perhaps wanted to, even after you’d outgrown the cozy ritual. And who always had a hug ready, when words alone just weren’t enough.
