I’ve made a Mother’s Day break through.
Last year, the fourth Mother’s Day since I brought my first sweet child into this world, I figured out exactly how to celebrate.
Gifts aren’t a part of it. No mother worth her salt really wants gifts. Now, kid gifts are great — the handmade or hand-painted things, anything with a hand or footprint squished into it, even my last birthday gift, a hot pink Angry Birds T-shirt from the junior’s department at Kohl’s. Just a few sizes too small.