BefittingStyle

Sooooooo much respect for all the mothers in my life. My mom, my sisters, my friends’, my husbands’, you get the deal. But, I don’t usually know what to get them. We gossip, catch up, sympathize, laugh, and enjoy each others company. You know, the usual. But, we don’t really talk about things we want for this day. Ahem. The day that celebrates a miracle and the hard work, sacrifices, and love that comes with it. By sacrifices, I mean sleep deprivation, tears, and so much poop. I’m constantly bombarded with ads for jewelry, when I don’t even know her preferences. Perfumes, but most mothers I know typically stick to 1-3 scents. Boring, I know. Chocolate covered fruit, which is kind but yuck. Hear me out, my Nutella covered strawberries have more flavor. A lot of times, we may stick to the same gift. Or even a gift card, because we may not have enough time or know what they want. My favorite gift to give is some basket, jar, or mug, that comes with a few cute, thoughtful, and useful knick knacks. The goal is to get things that make them feel good. Tears have resulted from these insanely …