5 Cheap Mother's Day Gifts That Will Make Her Feel Like A Million Bucks

5 Cheap Mother's Day Gifts That Will Make Her Feel Like A Million Bucks

She deserves the world, but the world is very expensive.

This is a very important reminder for all the college kids out there who are going through finals or taking midterms (#quarterstudentprobs), Mother’s Day is right around the corner!! Do not forget to show your momma some love. She is a freaking superhero.

However, if your mom is like my mom, she probably doesn’t want you to spend money on her. My mom is always worried about me saving my money so she doesn’t like it when I spend some of the money I’m supposed to be saving on things for her.

So this list of super cheap Mother’s Day gift ideas for the broke AF college students who still love their mommas very much.

1. Got siblings? Take a photo.

Mom’s love having nice photos of their kids to frame. It’s a super easy way to put a smile on her face. You can make it silly or a very simple shot. Snap the pic on your iPhone and print it off at CVS or Walgreens for around 45 cents. You can find cheap frames at Target or Walmart. Less than 10 bucks and you have something she’ll cherish forever.

2. Make her a playlist.

Curate a playlist full of songs that she would like and songs that make you think of her! It may seem like something really small but she will love having something you put time and effort in to make special for her. Plus, if you live out of state she can listen to it when she misses you. Extra bonus: It’s a completely free gift.

3. Call/Facetime her.

Another free one! Again, seems like a lame gift but mom’s love to hear their kid’s voices. As college students, we live very busy lives and we definitely don’t call our moms as often as we should. So no matter what you get your mom this Mother’s Day, you should definitely call her.

4. Take her out to lunch.

There are plenty of cheap places you can go to and honestly, she will care more about getting to spend an hour or so with you than what she is eating.

5. Make her a card.

Yes, exactly like you did when you were a kid. It’ll be a nostalgia thing for both of you and will probably result in a lot of laughs. Break out the construction paper and the crayons.

If you noticed that a lot of these gifts are centered around you, you’re not wrong. Moms are badasses and they do so much in this world, but what they love the most is the people who made them a mom in the first place. So we should definitely show our mom’s a little extra love this Mother’s Day, but make sure you are doing the little things every day. Text her when you get home, don’t get annoyed when she asks you a million times if your apartment door is locked, and keep her updated on what’s going on in your life!

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mommas out there! You are the real superheroes.

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1. They will do anything for you, literally.

My stepdad has done any and every thing for me. From when I was little until now. He was and still is my go-to. If I was hungry, he would get me food. If something was broken, he would fix it. If I wanted something, he would normally always find a way to get it. He didn't spoil me (just sometimes), but he would make sure that I was always taken care of.

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2. Life lessons.

Yup, the tough one. My stepdad has taught me things that I would have never figured out on my own. He has stood beside me through every mistake. He has been there to pick me up when I am down. My stepdad is like the book of knowledge: crazy hormonal teenage edition. Boy problems? He would probably make me feel better. He just always seemed to know what to say. I think that the most important lesson that I have learned from my stepdad is: to never give up. My stepdad has been through three cycles of leukemia. He is now in remission, yay!! But, I never heard him complain. I never heard him worry and I never saw him feeling sorry for himself. Through you, I found strength.

3. He loved me as his own.

The big one, the one that may seem impossible to some step parents. My stepdad is not actually my stepdad, but rather my dad. I will never have enough words to explain how grateful I am for this man, which is why I am attempting to write this right now. It takes a special kind of human to love another as if they are their own. There had never been times where I didn't think that my dad wouldn't be there for me. It was like I always knew he would be. He introduces me as his daughter, and he is my dad. I wouldn't have it any other way. You were able to show me what family is.

So, dad... thanks. Thanks for being you. Thanks for being awesome. Thanks for being strong. Thanks for loving me. Thanks for loving my mom. Thanks for giving me a wonderful little sister. Thanks for being someone that I can count on. Thanks for being my dad.

I love you!

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Mom And Dad, Your Differences Made Me Who I Am

They are two halves of the person I aspire to be — a thoughtful person, committed to excellence in each of her areas of passion, who is hungry to build upon the extensive base of experiences that she has acquired to date.


My parents, the most important factors in shaping who I am, are a mosaic of juxtaposed perspectives, a tribute to the notion that "opposites attract." Dad once tried to explain their differences in the language of the Myers-Briggs personality inventory; his introversion versus Mom's extraversion, his thinking to her feeling, etc. Labels aside, the consequence of living with their differences was balance and an ability to place equal value on both breadth and depth in any aspect of life.

Nothing underscored competing for parental influences in our household better than the typical dinner conversation around the events of the school day. I'd usually lead with news of some test result. Mom would be quick to congratulate my good work while deflecting the conversation toward upcoming social events or some drama involving my friends. Dad preferred to discuss the specific problems I missed, even if 97% were correct.

Over time, I came to realize that Mom's seemingly dismissive attitude toward academic achievement was not meant to minimize its importance. To her, what went on in the world of human relationships beyond the classroom, was equally important. Similarly, Dad's insistence on reviewing every incorrect problem was not indicative of some ridiculously high standard of achievement. Instead, it was his way of communicating the value of always striving to be better and the importance of treating every mistake as an opportunity to learn.

Extracurriculars, like sports, were also illustrative of this household dichotomy. Mom would encourage me to join as many different activities as possible, just to give them a try. In the heart of the club spring soccer season, she'd sign me up for golf lessons, a charity 5K run, or volunteer my time to tutor a neighbor's friend. Dad cared more about mastery of specific sports. Quick to point out areas for improvement, he pushed me to excel through relentless practice and total commitment.

It was often difficult to reconcile Mom's push for diversification and Dad's push for focus, but I eventually realized that each was acting in what they perceived to be in my best interests. Mom wasn't tired of sitting on wet, soggy sidelines, she wanted me to have a broad range of experiences so I could find my true passions. Her mantra was that you couldn't know unless you try. Dad didn't push me to constantly practice because he expected me to get a soccer scholarship. Rather he wanted me to understand the work that it takes to achieve excellence.

Much to Dad's vexation, Mom often scheduled activities that interfered with practice times. We'd routinely go on vacation a few days early or to take a night off to see a play. Summer vacations were sacred and trumped any other commitments. The day school was out we would leave for the east coast and not return until just before school began. Lengthy absences meant leaving all commitments behind, including summer training seasons.

Dad never overtly opposed Mom's summer plans, but I knew he was troubled by them. Excellence required a commitment that was not compatible with being absent for several months each year. Mom was not against sports or the commitment they required, but she placed supreme value on the exposures and experiences that a summer of travel could offer.

Over time, I learned to live fully in each of my parents' worlds. When it was time to study or practice, I gave everything I had. Equally, I joined Mom's adventures, with eager eyes and a full heart. I learned that there is not just one way to be raised or a single way to approach a situation. I was never made to choose between competing views in my household, I was challenged to fully embrace each. My parents' perspectives are less conflicting and more complimentary.

They are two halves of the person I aspire to be — a thoughtful person, committed to excellence in each of her areas of passion, who is hungry to build upon the extensive base of experiences that she has acquired to date. I hope to be as deep as I am broad, to be extremely flexible, and to be comfortable in the gray areas between the black and the white. Like my Mom, I engage the world around me and am fed by its energy, and like my Dad, I am introspective and fully at home in the world of ideas.

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