They get taken out for lunch, lovely bouquets of flowers and waited on for the entire day.
For the rest of us still in the throes of motherhood, we may get breakfast in bed, but the gratitude ends there.
There is still the washing and ironing of school uniform, the cooking of dinner, the supervision of homework and piano practice and ferrying offspring to activities/parties for the rest of the day.
Same old, same old.
Over the years I have learned to lower my expectations and then I can't be disappointed.
Well, this year I'm going one better.
This year I am escaping!
On Sunday I have a rehearsal for a concert of Mahler's Second Symphony in May.
I shall be leaving the house and all its responsibilities behind and going to sit in a rehearsal room, sing and listen to a lovely orchestra.