Mine was the 1st year I gave my girls money to get me something for Mothers Day. I was a single parent and they where about 8 and 10 at the time. They went into a local store that was selling a dozen roses for $10.00 and my oldest was in charge of the money. She put it in the top bib pocket of her bib overalls. They made me sit in the car and wait for them. They found the roses and where so excited about finding flowers for me. When they got to the check out and the cashier rang them up my daughter could not find the money I gave her. She was checking every pocket she had except one. She couldn't find the money and the lady in line behind them volunteered to pay for the flowers just as one of the twins said, did you look in that pocket and pointed at the bib pocket. Of course they found the money. They came back to the car sooo excited with this story. I have always given spare change when the person in front of me was short, and they had always asked why. Now they sort of understood why. Once they became teens the homemade cards and gifts stopped and I haven't recieved anything since, so I have this fond memory for Mothers Day.
I rarely see my sons for Mothers Day, or even birthdays, the love is there and that is all I need.
And the days I spent with my Darling Mumsy were all so similar that there isn't one in particular that stands out in my memory.
I am not sure about my most favorite memory with my own Mother - but right now - the last one stands out the most - because there will be no more - how I wished I had another......