A MEAN MOM
All moms are mean for a reason. As we grow
into adults we know why our moms were mean.
Someday when my children are old enough to
understand the logic that motivates a parent, I
will tell them:

I loved you enough...to ask where you were
going, with whom, and what time you would be
home.

I loved you enough...to insist that you save your
money and buy a bike for yourself even though
we could afford to buy one for you.

I loved you enough...to be silent and let you
discover that your new best friend was a creep.

I loved you enough...to make you go pay for the
bubble gum you had taken and tell the clerk, "I
stole this yesterday and want to pay for it."

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, 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. 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 else
dated at 12 or 14 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 shoplifting, 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.
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