Mother's Day

Some of you may think Mother's Day is a Hallmark holiday. Apparently, we have a woman named Anna Jarvis to thank for the holiday and not Hallmark. See her story here:

http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/36969170/ns/today-mothers_day_guide?Gt1=43001

Regardless about how the holiday came about, I've just got to say:

Hell, yes, I deserve a day dedicated to me!

And who am I, you may ask? Well, I'll tell you:

I'm the woman who carried you for 9 months. I didn't have morning sickness...but I could have.

I'm the woman who suffered through sleep deprived nights before you even arrived. I let you kick me in the liver, dance on my bladder and bruise my ribs.

I let you suck the blond out of my hair (I still miss it sometimes), make me look like an idiot for 9 months because I was too freaked out to color my hair while you were inside me and dealt with the fact that I shed like a woolly mammoth for months after you were born.

I let you exit my body the "natural" way. And let me tell you, there's nothing natural about 10 cm, salad tongs, vacuums, episiotomies, stitches in the lady parts, the post-partum poop episode(S) or post-partum hemorrhoids.

I let you eat from my body. That is wacky in a way nothing else can be considered wacky...and let me just mention - bloody nipples.

I let you wake me up whenever you want. For as long as you wanted.

I clean up god knows what just came out of your body. From either end. All over me.

These are just a few of the things I do and/or have done for you. And, yes, I do them willingly and with love. But that doesn't mean I don't like a little thank you now and then.

If you are a mom, Happy Mother's Day to you. If you have a mom, Happy Mother's Day to her. Believe me, you and she deserve it.