For Mother’s Day, I asked my daughter, Emerald, to share an extraordinary experience she had Wednesday night in New York on her way home from work.

Do you remember when you got your first bank account? I was in high school. . I learned how to reconcile my checkbook each month when the statement came in the mail. Life was simple then. I had very little money to manage, and it felt good being on top of it. I even did my own taxes. As I got older, managing my personal money became a drag.

Yesterday I had plans for a very busy day. I was pushing myself, as I often do. In the afternoon I spoke with my husband who is out of town and he said, “Why don’t you rest for a change. It will be good for you.” I took it to heart, and it was such a relief!