I had the meanest Mother in the world. While other
kids had candy for breakfast, I had to eat cereal,
eggs and toast. While other kids had cakes and candy
for lunch, I had a sandwich. As you can guess, my
dinner was different from other kids' dinners, too.
My mother insisted on knowing where we were at all
times. You'd think we were on a chain gang or
something. She had to know who our friends were and
what we were doing.
I am ashamed to admit it, but she actually had the
nerve to break the child labor law. She made us work.
We had to wash dishes, make the beds and learn how to
cook. That woman must have stayed awake nights
thinking up things for us kids to do. And she
insisted that we tell the truth, the whole truth and
nothing but the truth.
By the time we were teenagers, she was much wiser and
our life became more unbearable. None of this tooting
the car horn for us to come running; she embarrassed
us to no end by insisting that friends come to the
door to get us.
I forgot to mention that most of our friends were
allowed to date at the mature age of 12 or 13, but our
old fashioned Mother refused to let us date until we
were 16. She really raised a bunch of squares. None
of us was ever arrested for shoplifting or busted for
dope. And who do we have to thank for this? You're
right, our mean mother.
I am trying to raise my children to stand a little
straighter and taller and I am secretly tickled to
pieces when my children call me mean. I thank God for
giving me the meanest Mother in the world. Our
country doesn't need a good five cent cigar. It needs
more mean Mothers like mine.
Blessings on that wonderful woman.
I am glad that I had a mean mom. I love her. She made me into the woman I am today. And I know someday my kids will appreciate all I make them do and the things I don't let them do!!