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As a kid, Mother’s Day in my house meant my sister and I making breakfast in bed for our mom. We would sneak into the kitchen before she was up and get to work on eggs, pancakes, and coffee. Considering our lack of cooking skills, what was intended as a thoughtful gesture was probably more of a hassle than it e kitchen before she was up and get to work on eggs, pancakes, and coffee. Considering our lack of cooking skills, what was intended as a thoughtful gesture was probably more of a hassle than it e kitchen before she was up and get to work on eggs, pancakes, and coffee. Considering our lack of cooking skills, what was intended as a thoughtful gesture was probably more of a hassle than it