Treat your mom right. Take her to Yeto’s. And get her a card. A nice one this year, from an actual store. Not that “Oh here’s a homemade card because you mean so much to me and totally not because I forgot/was too lazy to go the store” crap. You’re an adult.
Unless you’re an artist and making pretty things is what you do. In which case, right on. You do you. And we’ll be over here doing what we do, which is making delicious food so your mom will totally forgive you for that homemade card.