I got this card:
I'm not sure what Milkbaby was trying to say with this card. I feel like it should be captioned with a "I can has cheezburger" caption.
According to Wikipedia, the modern version of Mother's Day started in 1907, when Anna Jarvis held a memorial for her own mother. By 1914, it was a nationally recognised day, and by 1920, Anna was disgruntled with the commercialisation of the day, lamenting that:
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.
By that standard, I am grateful for a homemade card. I am also eternally grateful for the sleep-in, the brunch, the alone-time, and the spa vouchers (alright, self-purchased, but still holding the promise of more alone-time).
My own mother didn't receive the same treatment, largely because we weren't in the same city. Though to be fair, that probably meant she got a sleep in and some alone-time. I sent her a text, wishing her a happy mother's day, and complaining about being sick. Shame on me.
But that is the lot of mothers - to wipe butts, noses, mouths, and other miscellaneous orifices all without a jot of thanks. Though now Milkbaby is almost three I get the odd "tink you" for some act of service or glass of milk delivered.
I think this diagram explains it all:
Anyway mum, "tink you"!