My colleague Petula Dvorak got my attention the other day when she punctured the common wisdom of what moms really want for Mother’s Day.

This is what she wrote: “Want to know what we really want for Mother’s Day? We want to get away from you. All of you.”

Clarifying her dream gift, she added: “This isn’t a request for a white tea harmony pedicure or sea-scrub facial. Not a girls’ night out with margaritas. Not even a shopping spree. Just. Some. Quiet.”

Dvorak’s column roughly coincided with the following sentence my wife Megan uttered on the couch the other night: “You know what would be the best present ever? A night alone in the house.”

No kids. No me. (Especially no me.)

I knew Megan was serious because after a brief period of silence she added the following words: “I’m serious.”

I have not scrubbed her laptop or cellphone to look for evidence of a conspiracy between my wife and Petula, but I suspect any such conspiracy is actually much larger: Moms want and need to be left alone every now and then, and Petula tapped into this sentiment in her life, my wife’s life and probably many others.

So I salute all of you mothers out there today. I salute my wife Megan, my mom Claire, my mother-in-law Ellen, my sister Amy, and my sister-in-law Shannon (and Melissa). I especially remember Barb and Judy, two wonderful moms who aren’t with us anymore and are missed dearly today by their daughters, who are amazing mothers themselves.

And I hereby present my wife Megan with the following gift, with a nod of thanks to Petula and Microsoft Word:

Feel free to cut out the certificate and use it for that special mom in your own life. And tell me how you spent your day below.

Happy Mother’s Day.

Michael Rosenwald is a reporter on the Post's local enterprise team. He writes about the intersection of technology, business and culture.