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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!
PASS
THIS ON TO ALL THE MEAN MOTHERS YOU KNOW.
(And Their Kids!!!) |
