Many years ago, when he was still in preschool, my son came home with a small asparagus fern they had planted. It might have been a Mother's Day gift, I can't remember. We brought it with us when we moved from Texas back to Louisiana. It grew and grew for many years. I finally decided that I needed to divide it and re-pot the thing but when I went to do it, I discovered the plant was full of ants. I was going to throw the whole mess away (the plant had dwindled down a bit due to my neglect) but my mother wanted to take it home and see what she could do with it. She's had it for four or five years now and has several baskets of the plant growing in her backyard. Today she gave me this plant for Mother's Day. She told me it was from the original plant my son brought home from preschool so many years ago. The day went well in spite of the underlying sadness for us all.
I remembered this photo I took of him Mother's Day 2010. He's got the tongs in Dad's barbecue pit, helping out. I think most of the meat had been taking off and he was taking care of a few pieces that weren't quite done. It was a sweet time when things were right and he came early and stayed late, visiting with us all. It was a good day.
One of the things one of my daughters gave me was this little sign: