Every year she would open the gifts with such enthusiasm that I was convinced I had given her the crown jewels. Mothers are like that. It was a place she kept things to be used only on special occasions. I am sure that coconut head is still in the drawer, since I don't remember any occasion special enough for her to hang it up. My mother made that ritual as much a part of Mothers' Day as the gifts themselves.
Mothers are like that, too.
They recognize the giver much more than the gift. Yet, they do not always recognize what a gift they are to others. I still think Mothers' Day gifts are special. But, over the years, I learned that the greatest Mother's Day gift came from God Himself. Christ, dying on the cross, gave us His own mother as our mentor, our role model, and our mother.