The woman who mothers your children is probably dropping all sorts of hints about what she hopes to find under the tree this year, you probably just aren’t paying attention. If you ask us, most of us will just say “Oh, you don’t have to buy me a gift” which can roughly translate into anything from “I want three boxes of salted caramels” to “I’d really like some slipper socks” to “I want this absurdly cool and amazingly expensive three-doll necklace by Marni” to “I would like a chicken coop.” Because the majority of us can’t afford $1000 chicken coops, you can never go wrong with a lengthy, hand-written letter listing all the ways we are amazing partners and mothers, and all about how your life would be a sad barren wasteland of nothing without us. Include a simply framed photograph of the kids and present it to us with a cup of very good coffee and an IOU for a back rub later. The very best part of a gift like this is that it would actually mean something, plus, we can’t return it. And what sort of jerk mom would dislike a photo of her own kids? Not the one with the badly groomed eyebrows!