STORM2K

I generally spend almost $100 buying things to my 2 sisters who are mothers how about you?

Eek! Thanks for the reminder. I'll send my grandmother a card and call her. I tend to forget about Mother's Day now.

I usually spend less than $50 on her...it's being with Mom on her special day that means the most, anyway.

Eric

Ummm... around $30 or so.

Typically around $50.00.

Here are some things mom will love...

25.00 range a gift certif. for a pedicure at a local nail salon

100.00 + A trip to the day spa...moms always love this!

a flirty pink bag and matching sandals...Aigner has some great selections for the season

Spending the day together as a family is the most important gift for a mom on Mothers day, but if you're getting her something to open as well, those are a few suggestions, from a mom .

I never really decide until I decide what to get. I will buy a card for my sister and my mother. I dunno what to get my mom for a gift..probably jewelry

Ok bumping this poll as mothers day is next sunday.

Debi likes "useful" things, not all that expensive, but that I/we REMEMBERED her...that's what counts.

This year, I'm looking at a Celtic cross pendant in silver with grey-green Connemara marble arms, straight from "west o' the Shannon" (she's not only Irish, she has red hair)...

Don't forget Home Depot gift certificates. That's always what I wanted.

NURSERY!!!!!!!!

Debbie

Whoever said "just remembering" is right......most Moms don't really care about the dollar amount. Some of my very best Mother's Day gifts were hand-made cards the kids made in school.....little sparkly trails of glue and colored paper.....perhaps a photo. I still have each one safely tucked away in a drawer.

I've mentioned before about my Mom being in the last stages of Alzhiemers. When we were cleaning out her house, we came upon a drawer of treasured cards from the six of us "kids"........we knew she had carefully saved each card we'd ever given her! We found hand made cards, cards that were purchased.....cards from Grandchildren......even found that my Az. Sister and I often purchased the SAME card for her some years!

Just remember her. My Mom has no idea who I am now......let her know how much you appreciate her......the time may come that those memories are all you have to hang onto............p

350 dollars is what my dad spends..he takes care of the money since I am only 14 I dont carry money or buy any presents yet.

You know what I asked for this mothers day? Was the day off... I mean No dishwashing, no dirty diapers, and to snooooze as long as I like. That means more to me than a $100.00 gift!

If you send this to just one person, it should make it all the way
around the world by Mother's Day.


This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick
toddlers in their arms, wiping up throw-up laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and
cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here."


Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies
who can't be comforted.


This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in
their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.


For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew
Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.


This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see.


And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.


This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging
on their refrigerator doors.


And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at
football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their
cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say,
"Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.


This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery
store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream
for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead,
but realize how child abuse happens.


This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and
explained all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted
to, but just couldn't find the words.


This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can
eat.


For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year.
And then read it again. "Just one more time."


This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their
shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who
opted for Velcro instead.


This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their
daughters to sink a jump shot.


This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a
little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own
offspring are at home-or even away at college --- or even grown.


This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with
stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only
to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please
pick them up. Right away.


This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find
the words to reach them.


For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when
their 14 year olds dye their hair green.


For all the mothers of the victims of school shootings, and the
mothers of those who did the shooting. For the mothers of the
survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their
child who just came home from school, safely.


This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful,
and now pray they come home safely from war.


What makes a good Mother anyway?


Is it patience?


Compassion?


Broad hips?


The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt,
all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart?


Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear
down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?

The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2
A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?


The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just
want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your
home?


Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when
you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?


The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are
for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...


And mature mothers learning to let go.


For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers


Single mothers and married mothers.


Mothers with money, mothers without.


This is for you all. For all of us


Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell
them every day that we love them. And pray.


Please pass along to all the Moms in your life.


"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall."