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.

school clothes, helped with down payments, covered emergency rent, paid for Madison’s divorce attorney, Kevin’s car repair, and Brian’s “temporary business loan” that had never found its way back to her.

And every Mother’s Day followed the same pattern.

They chose the restaurant.

They ordered whatever they wanted.

They hugged her afterward and said, “Thanks,continue reading …