Mother's Day is coming up, and a lot of people are wondering what to give her for that special day. And by train of thought, some are reliving their memories of their mom by thinking of those special moments. I'm certainly no exception, especially how my mind works. Sometimes train of thought jumps the tracks, sometimes jumps the station. But one of my mom's favorite stories that she likes to tell is about how sometimes when my brother and I would go out we'd see some nice flowers and pick them for you. She would rave so much about them, and it made such an impression, that whenever one of us was in imminent trouble with her we'd hastily scoop up whatever flowers (be they dandelions in the yard, or whatever) and try to stave off the trouble by saying "I picked you some flowers, mommy". It never worked, but she loved telling that tale, and in one of those "twenty years from now I'll look back on this and laugh" type of things I realize that at least I was able to make her happy, if not at the moment of trouble, at least afterwards reflecting on it, and in telling the story to friends and relatives. Maybe that would be a fitting present: to pick out one of these mothers day flowers bouquets and give them to her, telling her I picked them for her.