Call Your Mom.

Contrary to popular public opinion, Mother's Day is not a Hallmark Holiday cooked up by opportunists hoping to seize their share of your expendable income. It is not a capitalistically contrived holiday desinged to feed the already wicked-crazy floral, conflict diamond and greeting card industries.
Oh no, it is much more than that and actually has roots in history that predates our civilized nation.
Egyptians, Greeks & Europeans celebrated women and the birth of new life in spring for centuries. When the Roman Empire converted to Christianity, during the 16th century, they built a day called "Mothering Sunday" so their domestic servants could visit thier families. (I think this was mostly because some mothers got together, drank a little wine, got mad as hell and said they weren't going to take it anymore.)
It's spring, we're women... we can MAKE BABIES, for god-sake.
(Okay, we get help. But, we do all the heavy lifting.)
We want to see our kids and know that our time here was not for naught.
On May 9, 1914, Woodrow Wilson passed a law designating the second Sunday in May as Mother's Day and requested a proclamation making it so. American citizens were asked to fly a flag in honor of all mothers who had lost a son in war.
Our wars aren't so cut and dried anymore but I would still fly a flag anyways.
The things that mothers get to think about these days, the fires they get to help stomp out, were probably grandfathered into a clause when the day was decreed. The statue of limitations on motherhood never ends.

Happy Mother's Day.

No cards, flowers or diamonds are necessary, just give me a call.