I've heard some grumbling from people about Mother's Day coming up; that Mom is "particular," or "Heaven help you if you forget."
So, a personal note in this week's Uncut commentary.
Many of us with our mother no longer here, would give anything to experience those frustrations again.
Next month marks the fifth year since my mother died.
When I was a senior in high school, she was named Military Wife of the Year for all the US Air Force in Europe. She was honored for years of unpaid service to fellow military families transferred overseas, sometimes in places where very few people spoke English.
Every major holiday, she made sure at least one serviceman - a stranger, deployed alone - joined us for dinner.
Once, as a child, I foolishly asked her, "America's a republic. We like democracy. Why don't we run the house like a democracy?"
She looked at me and smiled, walked over to the curtains, threw them open and said, "You see all that, out there? Lyndon Johnson runs all that out there. But in this house, I am President. If Lyndon Johnson himself walks through the front door asking for water, he'd better ask me before he reaches up to that cupboard for a glass.
"So, if the President of the United States has to ask me for a glass of water in here, how much power do you think you've go around here?" she continued. "This is a kingdom. You and your sisters, you're subjects!"
Strange as it sounds, I miss that kind of firm-but-fair reality. I am sure many others whose mothers have gone on to their reward miss the same thing.
So for those of you hesitant about expressing yourself to a mom who is still here, allow us the privilege of saying it for you: "Happy Mother's Day."