My mother is gone, but I used to pick a card that was about me. A card that said what kind of mother I WISHED I would have had.
Sometimes it was so far from the truth, it was kind of funny to me.
That my mother believed it and displayed the card (as far as I was told, I was 1,000 miles away) was okay. She was old and I like making people happy if I can, which is about me, too.