If you’re a son, you could also be a father; if you’re a father, you could also be a grandfather. Because I am all three, that means that remembering Sunday is Mother’s Day is priority No. 1 for me this week.First, I have to call and remind my son to take his son shopping for my grandson’s mother’s Mother’s Day gift. I don’t have to remind my son to send his mother a card because that is my son’s wife’s responsibility.Next I’ll call both my daughters and remind them at the very least they’d better call and wish their mother a happy Mother’s Day.As far as my mom goes, if she gets a card or a call from me on Sunday, that would be because Mary, my wife, reminded me to do so.My mom raised three boys, no girls. So, as far as Mother’s Day gifts go, she probably came up on the short end over the years. I am sure that when my brothers and I were growing up, we gave her the economy-size bottle of perfume or some cheesy costume jewelry. Thanks to a caring grade school teacher, Mom at least received a handmade card from each of us when we were in second or third grade.I remember one Mother’s Day my brothers and I were going to do the dishes for Mom after dinner as a Mother’s Day present. It wasn’t long before the three of us were fighting over who was going to wash, rinse or dry. Not long after that, Mom was in the kitchen doing the dishes on Mother’s Day. Granted, that wasn’t one of those Hallmark Mother’s Day moments, but it was the thought that counted.My guess is this Mother’s Day will be like those of past years. Mom will receive three phone calls — one from each of the fighting dishwashers wishing her a happy Mother’s Day. I wonder if Mom ever wishes she would have had daughters instead.