M Day

I absolutely promise that this is not going to become a Mum blog , but I am a Mum and sometimes I'm just gonna have to preach on about it.

I heard someone today call Mother's Day a "Hallmark Holiday". Well, I thought, they've obviously never given birth! Don't I deserve a card? Is it really that hard to understand?

Shouldn't Mother's Day be a National Holiday anyway? Does someone really begrudge their good old Mum a card? I think we should have medals, and free cars, and lower interest mortgage rates, and free vacations to Hawaii every year, and, and...

OK so I'm getting a little carried away but really does it mean nothing that to become a member of the Mum club many of us must first grow a human being in our stomach until it reaches the size of a basketball, then squeeze it through a hole the size of a ping pong ball ( I'll leave out the gas, enema, panting and screaming for those of you who are squeamish)...then, after it's messed up our bits, and changed the look of our boobs and navel beyond recognition, fall in love with it and care for it for all of our remaining years?

Does society only see what us Mums do because a card shop tells them to? I refuse to believe it! We make people for goodness sake! Beat that! We rock!

Being Mum to my two amazing kids (yes, I know everyone says that...but mine really are!) is the best job anyone could ever hope for, but despite being fulfilling and paying dividends in personal rewards; it does not pay the bills. How can that be asks Mister Martian from Mars? You do a full time job and there is no monetary compensation? Why not?

Good point Mister Martian! Seriously though, I get it, how could we possibly get paid for raising wonderful human beings who go on to advance and enrich society? Human beings who go on to defend and empower this wonderful country?

I just want my card.