You did your job.
In the old days the celebration you used to get for something like that was a payslip and a “ding” sound from your phone when your monthly tip had been paid in. No one gave you flowers or thoughtfully chosen Belgian chocolate, and there were no adverts trying to pressure your boss into making a spectacle of it, congratulating you for what you were morally obligated to do. In at least three countries in the world in fact, there are (probably) laws against your boss pitching up at your house unexpectedly and bringing you breakfast in your bed…
According to the global repository of open-source knowledge, this woman is responsible for starting it all.
Anna Jarvis influenced then President Woodrow Wilson (who may have been a survivor of Stockholm Syndrome imposed by his maternal parental unit, and probably was berated by her for “only” rising to president of the United States of America when there was being King of the United Kingdom to aim for…) to institute the formal Sunday celebration we now know as Mothers Day.
Afterwards she lived on to see the original sweet sentiment she had campaigned for, become twisted and morphed into the commercialised thing it is today and spoke out against it, but it was already too late. She even said:
A printed card means nothing except that you are too lazy to write to the woman who has done more for you than anyone in the world. And candy! You take a box to Mother—and then eat most of it yourself. A pretty sentiment.
She died alone eventually in a sanitarium with all costs paid for by the flower and greeting card industry.