She said her mum was of the opinion that since she and her dad had had their fun creating her and since my friend hadn't asked to be born and since she had no say in who her mother was, she didn't need to say thank you.
And that makes sense to me.
Like Valentines Day, Mother's Day has become so commercial that it's hard to remember what it's really about.
For weeks restaurants have been advertising special Mothers Day deals, flower shops have encouraged everyone to pre-order hugely expensive bunches of flowers and card companies have filled the television with images of emotional mums receiving their special, personalised messages through the post.
And for one day out of 365, we mums feel valued and appreciated.
But what about the other 364 days?
They're more like The Mum Song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nem0bkErGVY
Mother's Day is a cop out.
Our kids can be rude and lazy and unhelpful for all the rest of the year but as long as they buy us a bunch of flowers on Mother's Day, all will be forgiven.
I have a better idea.
How about instead of spending all that money on flowers and chocolates once a year, our kids save their money and show us how much they love us all year round by pulling their weight with the housework, the laundry, the washing-up or finding their own football boots or school uniform.
How about they take time out from Facebook or Twitter or Snapchat to talk to us about what's going on in their lives.
How about making every day a mini-Mothers Day.
And here's the other thing, Mother's Day can bring out the mean, competitive streak in all of us.
If your bunch of flowers is bigger than your friend's, then your son must love you more. Each year stakes are upped, as mums wait expectantly for higher and higher status gifts that they can boast about to anyone who will listen.
Because obviously, the more your children spend on you, the more they must love you.
As the saying goes: you can't put a price on love- except if it's Mothers Day.
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