You make your own decisions and pave your own destiny. But somewhere along the way, you turned into your mother. Take a moment to shake your fist at the gods, then take the time to thank her for not completely screwing you up.

Mom loves compliments. (Just like you.) Let her know you love her cooking with candy-colored kitchenware from Lille Hus. Or memorialize her superb brown-bag lunches with Lilly Bean’s felt cuisine sets.

Ten years ago, you stole her Chanel No. 5. Update her scent at Le Labo, where sweet perfumes are made while you wait at the fragrance bar (233 Elizabeth Street, between Houston and Prince Streets, 212-219-2230).

She’s stuck her neck out for you so often, the least you can do is decorate it with an Oya vintage crocheted necklace and scarf by Ninoff from Blue Tree (1283 Madison Avenue, between 91st and 92nd Streets, 212-369-2583).

Remember, the groundings grounded you. Show mom she’s your rock with decoupage paperweights from John Derian (10 East 2nd Street, between Bowery and Second Avenue, 212-677-3917).

Don’t try bum-rushing the brunch line at Prune. Pack a picnic, fill a basket with her favorite flowers, and take her to The Cloisters.

If you can’t see mom because you’re stuck in Singapore (you better have a good excuse), give her the gift that she always loves.

Call. Your. Mother.