A little early, but still good. My son's class held a mother's day tea complete with little finger sandwiches with the crust cut off. Among the many gifts were coupons good for various favors such as hugs and cleaning up his own toys. The big gift was a Kentucky Derby like hat made from a pastel colored plate. The teachers took pity on us and actually assembled the hats so they actually looked somewhat wearable. If you're into that sort of thing. Although there was one mother sporting what looked like a firework exploding from the top of her head. They sang us many "mother" themed songs and then actually served us the tea and sandwiches. It was very cute and I was extremely surprised that my son actually stood on stage. He didn't sing so much as move his lips and swayed from side to side, but it's the thought that counts.
He's asked me about a dozen times since then if I'm still proud of him. I think he's waiting for me to change my mind. Especially after I found him throwing my daughter's Hello Kitty slipper at the dog repeatedly just minutes after we got home. I told him I'll always love him and always be proud of him, but the animal cruelty has to stop. For that, the dog is pretty proud of me too.