We\u2019re parents now. We\u2019re grownups. We\u2019ve got the bills, the jobs, the tired eyes that didn\u2019t come from partying. But we\u2019re still kids, too.<\/p>\n

Are you checking out your middle-aged body in the mirror right now and shaking your head? Stop\u2026and call your mom. She\u2019ll set you straight. One lecture from her on how you really need to wash those shirts inside out and you\u2019ll be rolling your eyes like a teenager. Because to them we still are.<\/p>\n

When your mom looks at you, she sees a chubby baby, a broken arm, a fifth-grade science project, two years of braces, a senior prom, and a college dorm room all in one. She sees sleepless nights with a colicky newborn and practicing bunny ears on Keds and crying over first loves and all the mess of you that your first 18 years of life brought home to the dinner table.<\/p>\n

So, for Mother\u2019s Day this year, how about you play the part and give your mom something new to remember?<\/p>\n

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Go old school<\/strong><\/h1>\n

Remember when hand and foot prints covered in glitter and a misspelled \u201cI love you\u201d was all it took to turn a gift into a memento. You know she still has a few in the attic, the ones that took up residence on the fridge and survived the big moves and avoided the mice and mold.<\/p>\n

While I\u2019m not recommending you dip your toes in washable paint, I do believe there\u2019s something to the sentiment. Perhaps, this year, skip the card with the artful etching of an iris on the cover and cursive poem inside. Wander a little farther down the grocery store aisle. Grab a blank one and fill it in with musings of your own.<\/p>\n

Use the words your mother taught you and tell her how what a mark and measure she\u2019s been in your life. Make the words yours, and it matters more. It\u2019s your metaphorical footprint.<\/p>\n

Go practical<\/strong><\/h1>\n

If the note of gratitude travels a little too far into the touch-feely realm for you, get her something she needs but would never buy herself. We\u2019re talking the really posh robe or the meal delivery service that seems too newfangled to initiate but will save hours of time and grocery shopping.<\/p>\n

The best gift I ever gave my mother was a tree. Yep. The woman loves her yard and she needed a shade tree, so I loaded a beauty in the back of my beat-up Jetta and we planted and christened it together. Her name was Layla, after the song. Gifts like these fill a necessity but up the ante. They show that you\u2019ve put some thought into the life she lives when you\u2019re not around.<\/p>\n

Go out<\/strong><\/h1>\n

The next time you\u2019re fixing what feels like (and might be) the thousandth meal for your kids while they complain about the red or green or yellow vegetable touching the rest of their food, think about how many meals your mother made you \u2013 how many roasted chickens, or briskets, or lasagnas you watched her sweat over in the kitchen.<\/p>\n

Then call and make some reservations. She deserves to sip a mimosa at brunch or slice a steak she didn\u2019t marinate or pick a pasta that didn\u2019t come from a box. Not sure if it\u2019s the right way to say thank you for all those years and all those dinners? Think how much you\u2019d like to sit down right now and eat a meal that does not require you to do the dishes.<\/p>\n

Go home<\/strong><\/h1>\n

Whether she lives yards away or oceans, every mother wants some face time. If it\u2019s within the realm of feasibility, see if you can cross the threshold that welcomed you home every day after school and every summer in college and between every job or relationship. It gives them a chance to play mom again, via hostess.<\/p>\n

She\u2019ll put fresh sheets on your bed, assuming she hasn\u2019t turned it into a pottery studio or sunroom. She\u2019ll stock the pantry with your old favorites and get to do the job she misses most \u2013 motherhood \u2013 for just a little while. She might just serve as free babysitter, too, if you play your cards right.<\/p>\n

Go remember<\/strong><\/h1>\n

Not all of us still have mothers we can hug on this day. Some have already had to say goodbye. And for those, Mother\u2019s Day is perhaps even more important as a day to pay homage to the one who walked before and ahead for so long. Today is a day to remember.<\/p>\n

Write a letter and put down on paper the words you wish you could say in person. Take flowers to a place of remembrance, a place your mother loved where you hold a memory worth honoring. Eat her favorite meal. Watch her favorite old movies. Take a walk and roll your shoulders back and breathe deeply the air that once knew her presence. Then go hug your kids and let them remind you of the role you are now filling for them, thanks to her.<\/p>\n

Despite the fact that the world has told you you\u2019re a grownup and a parent and you\u2019d better act like one, your mom still sees the little kid in you. So however you celebrate Mother\u2019s Day in your family unit, don\u2019t forget to share the love with the one who made you\u2026you.<\/p>\n

Give Mom that nod of acknowledgment, that gift of time, yourself, your attention, your mind, for just a little bit. Because she sure gave it to you.<\/p>\n

This article was originally published in Parent.co<\/em><\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

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