When I was young and living at home, my dad always used to give me some money to buy a birthday present for my mum. I usually used to buy her a little bottle of ' Californian Poppy' perfume that used to be attached to a card. It cost half a crown if I remember rightly. I knew and must have been told that this scent reminded her of when she was courting my dad. But, and a big but, on mum's birthday, three days after Christmas, Dad would always forget to give her his gift for her. she used to 'fume' all day waiting for him to give it to her. In the end one of us used to remind him to get it out of the wardrobe. Even when I married and left home I always had to tell him before hand so he didn't get into trouble, right up until his dying day. Dad would have given his life for my mum and us five children, but to my mum it did matter to have a card and a gift. I on the other hand, although divorced with three adult children, It wouldn't bother me at all.In fact every year I tell them not to get me anything. They do and they spoil me.