> Mean Moms
>
> Someday when my children are old enough to
> understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will
> tell them, as my Mean Mom told me: I loved you
> enough . . to ask where you were going, with whom,
> and what time you would be home.
>
> I loved you enough to be silent and let you
> discover that your new best friend was a creep.
>
> I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours
> while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.
>
> I loved you enough to let you see anger,
> disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must
> learn that their parents aren't perfect.
>
> I loved you enough to let you assume the
> responsibility for your actions even when the
> penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.
>
> But most of all, I loved you enough . .. . to say
> NO when I knew you would hate me for it.
>
> Those were the most difficult battles of all. I'm
> glad I won them, because in the end you won, too.
> And someday when your children are old enough to
> understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.
>
> Was your Mom mean? I know mine was. We had the
> meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids
> ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast.
> When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches.
> And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was
> different from what other kids had, too.
>
> Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all
> times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison. She
> had to know who our friends were, and what we were
> doing with them. She insisted that if we said we
> would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.
>
> We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve
> to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work We
> had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to
> cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash
> and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie
> awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.
>
> She always insisted on us telling the truth, the
> whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time
> we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had
> eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough!
>
> Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn
> when they drove up. They had to come up to the door
> so she could meet them. While everyone el se could
> date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16.
>
> Because of our mother we missed out on lots of
> things other kids experienced. None of us have ever
> been caught shop lifting, vandalizing other's
> property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault.
>
> Now that we have left home, we are all educated,
> honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean
> parents just like Mom was.
>
> I think that is what's wrong with the world today.
> It just doesn't have enough mean moms!
>
>
> PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE MEAN MOTHERS YOU KNOW.
> (And Their Kids!!!)
>
> Someday when my children are old enough to
> understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will
> tell them, as my Mean Mom told me: I loved you
> enough . . to ask where you were going, with whom,
> and what time you would be home.
>
> I loved you enough to be silent and let you
> discover that your new best friend was a creep.
>
> I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours
> while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.
>
> I loved you enough to let you see anger,
> disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must
> learn that their parents aren't perfect.
>
> I loved you enough to let you assume the
> responsibility for your actions even when the
> penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.
>
> But most of all, I loved you enough . .. . to say
> NO when I knew you would hate me for it.
>
> Those were the most difficult battles of all. I'm
> glad I won them, because in the end you won, too.
> And someday when your children are old enough to
> understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.
>
> Was your Mom mean? I know mine was. We had the
> meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids
> ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast.
> When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches.
> And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was
> different from what other kids had, too.
>
> Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all
> times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison. She
> had to know who our friends were, and what we were
> doing with them. She insisted that if we said we
> would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.
>
> We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve
> to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work We
> had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to
> cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash
> and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie
> awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.
>
> She always insisted on us telling the truth, the
> whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time
> we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had
> eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough!
>
> Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn
> when they drove up. They had to come up to the door
> so she could meet them. While everyone el se could
> date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16.
>
> Because of our mother we missed out on lots of
> things other kids experienced. None of us have ever
> been caught shop lifting, vandalizing other's
> property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault.
>
> Now that we have left home, we are all educated,
> honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean
> parents just like Mom was.
>
> I think that is what's wrong with the world today.
> It just doesn't have enough mean moms!
>
>
> PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE MEAN MOTHERS YOU KNOW.
> (And Their Kids!!!)