I have a wonderful memory of Mother's Day every year (except for the year I insisted on going swimming, and Mother made my life unbearable about it).

Every year Mother would go out in the front yard and pick rose buds for my brother and I to wear.  We would put them on matching shirts (also compliments of Mother) and proudly wear them to Sunday School.  Don't see many kids doing that these days, but it was a civilizing force for two kids who needed it pretty badly.  Peace.