Mean Mom

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This was sent by very good friend and I think everyone should read it to understand mean mums. There is truth in this, even if you don't agree with me.

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 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, 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 Labour 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.

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!  


(And Their Kids!!!)

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