She’s not just a mom – she’s an aesthete, chef, therapist, consummate hostess, and, in another life, probably an interior designer. But she's also the one who drove you to volleyball. Listened to you cry about a crush. She’s the most impressive woman you know, and a built-in best friend who, no matter how old you get, is still somehow taking care of you. Consider this your moment to return the favor.
Start with something she’ll actually use: say, a custom Pooky lamp she can carry from couch to kitchen, perfectly cropped Pima cotton pajamas that won’t dip into the sink, the Smythson notebook she’s been eyeing (in a new ultra-violet shade she didn’t know existed), or even a pair of rubber hosting gloves – opera-length, ring-finger-pearled for drama – so she can wash dishes post–dinner party without sacrificing a manicure.
