We need cards to represent the realities of life

SO THAT’S Mother’s Day over with for another year.

You’ll have had your pink card with flowers and cartoon teddies on it, telling you you’re the world’s greatest mum, and perhaps scratched your head in wonder at the card companies who equate that most daunting aspect of womanhood — labour, childbirth, episiotomies, stretch marks, exhaustion, and commando levels of frontline parenting with a PhD in poo-ology — with flowers and cartoon teddies in shades of pink. WT actual F?

We don’t want pink cards. We want equal pay, affordable childcare and perhaps a monthly general anaesthetic, thanks all the same.