Let me just put my little opinion out there - I think being a Mother is the hardest job there is. I am not even a Mother, but I was fortunate enough to grow up in a home with a person that took huge pride in motherhood. Looking back, it's such a huge blessing. I'll never be able to repay dear Ol' Donna (she'll hate me for putting ol in front of her name) for the time she put into her four little hellions (actually 5 counting the ol'man), but she wouldn't want payment anyway - she really loved it. To her, everyday is Mother's day. That is cool.
We never did the big gift thing for the actual Mother's Day - instead the four little hellions referenced above would normally band together to create something for her and bring her breakfast in bed. Typically that breakfast would include scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes and anything else we knew how to make because we wanted her to be proud of our cooking skills. And she always acted like is was the most succulent thing she ever put in her mouth. Thanks for that Mom - you were actually the one giving us the gift.
Actually thanks for everything, just in case I don't say it enough.