Mama's Day?

Today is Mother's Day. And I don't like it one bit. I never do. It will become all very flowery. And heavily scented. And I still don't like it. Diamonds do not feature in Mother's Day either. The best you can get is pearls. And I'm ok with that, I like pearls too, because they signify tears. And if I could have a pearl for every tear I've shed then all jewellers would go bust. Because I have laughed and cried too. I am a silly queen who has seen her fair share of stuff, but decide to major in sex instead. At least usually. And here it is again. Mums, mothers, surrogate mothers, adoptive mothers, all mums. But after we've all read the soppy cards and smelt the flowers, can we just wake up and smell the coffee instead? We are honouring women who have had sex. Because that is were babies come from and babies make you a mum. And a lot of them will have done it 'mistakenly'. And it was the day when I didn't have a choice. My mother didn't lie down and ask me if I really wanted to see this world. And no other mum did. And yet we still decide to shower them with gifts and declare a day for them. It's just the same a Sex Day. And forget sour grapes. I have done the same thing and not felt a need for the world to honour me with a day. Because the rest of the 364 days are all declared My Day.