Happy Mother’s Day to one and all.Around here, the tradition tends to be Kate, Robbie and I making ourselves available to Deb. Invariably, this means a day of yard work, weeding, digging, planting, etc. On the rare day it has rained, we’ve found other diversions.This year, though, it’s the first without Kate around to participate in slave labor. Also, Deb had some foot surgery on Friday so is confined to a couch for a while. This absolved us from yard work although this will likely mean making up for lost time in hotter weather come June. Rob did go out and do some clipping since Deb could direct that from a distance.She has felt special, I hope, since she’s been served fresh made waffles and strawberries, had a lovely salad for lunch and is finally seeing the Marlon Brando A Streetcar Named Desire while I’m down here trying to get a few things accomplished before I return to the kitchen and make dinner. Not that I’m complaining, but it’s a busier than usual day so time I thought I’d have to give the Ancient Chinese Technology ms. a final read has been compressed.When Woodrow Wilson signed this day into law, it came at a time when Mothers everywhere were under-appreciated. Fathers went to work; many putting in long hours and the six day workweek was commonplace. Mothers raised the kids, maintained the house, cooked three meals a day and society had progressed to a point when those efforts were entirely overlooked. The father was the breadwinner and the mother was the homemaker but since the latter job didn’t come with a salary, it was deemed less important.Things have changed. Now, mothers have to earn a salary, too, while still shouldering the majority of the burden for the raising of the kids, maintenance of the house, and cooking three meals a day. Statistics still show an inequality in the time two income couples spend on such matters.And they matter. I remain boggled by the husbands I commute or work with who have working wives yet remain absolutely clueless what their kids are up, what their weekend plans are and what goes on in the community. The double standard is withering away, just not fast enough.So, to the moms reading this, I salute you. Put your feet up and take a moment.