but time and love.
 
 And the fun was not only
 
 in the giving, but
 
 in the shared creation.
 
 I adored Mom then.
 
 Could my own child
 
 ever love me so?
 
 Somehow She Didn’t Notice
 
 the wavering tone of my “Hi, Mom.”
 
 I sat down at the table and she brought
 
 me a plate of warm oatmeal cookies.
 
 Hi, Honey. How was your day?
 
 I almost laughed. I almost cried.
 
 I managed to hold both inside. “Okay.”
 
 Good deal. Hey, I need your input.
 
 My input? Was this some odd
 
 attempt at bonding?
 
 What should we get Leigh
 
 for Christmas?
 
 Christmas. It would come right
 
 on schedule, despite my predicament.
 
 I already put an Xbox
 
 on layaway for Jake.
 
 Whatever choices I made, Jake would
 
 indulge in the latest video games.
 
 And I got Scott a new
 
 set of clubs.
 
 Come spring, regardless of my decision,
 
 Scott would enjoy a great game of golf.
 
 But I’m just not sure about Leigh….