I made sure my daughters had a party on every birthday and good presents - I never had a party because of war-time rationing and my mother's lack of imagination. (Other mothers seemed to manage to cobble together some little tea party.) I don't remember ever getting a gift or card until my sister, who is 4 years older, bought me some crayons and made me a card when she was 14. No wonder I love her so much.
I turned 63 at midnight on the night my daughter came close to death, so the day does not hold the best of memories for me.