On Mother’s Day, my grown kids told me they had chosen the restaurant and expected me to pay for all twelve of them, just like always.

salad and two bottles of lemonade. Eric carried folding chairs out of the garage without being asked. Kevin brought a chocolate cake and, just as he had promised, another check folded inside a plain envelope.

The grandchildren ran around the backyard while the adults set the table.

At first, there was awkwardness. Of course there was. A family does not continue reading …