As this past Mother’s Day drew closer, my family asked the same question they’ve asked year in and year out: What would you like for Mother’s Day?

In years past I’d feigned indignation. “How can you ask me that?” I’d tease. “Shouldn’t you know what I want? A day of rest? Dinner out? My feet massaged?”

But this year I had a real answer. “I want a bike,” I said.