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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 else 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 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!




STEVER

Great post there Steve, now crawl back to the Savage Collectors forum, your stealing my glory. Les

Bye Les.
Stever

Very good post.

It reminded me of the day my daughter sat down with me and thanked me for being the way I was with her and not letting her do the things some of her friends had done.....the ones who were unmarried mothers at 20, in jail for(and/or addicted to)drugs, etc.

A very satisfying moment in my life.

� and I remember the day when my older daughter thanked me for the teasing that for years she'd hated � the boys at school were trying to tease her, but she withstood it all with aplomb and calmly jabbed back in such a way that left by-standers laughing at the expense of her tormentors.

"They don't know how to tease," she said. "I've been teased by a professional."

She rose fast and high in her profession, too.

Nice! I sent it to my teenage daughters.

bighorn_mtn_girl

I am Glad That a Moment Like that arose for You.
Mine do with My Mom.
Can't Wait till My Kids do That for Me Or My Wife.
My Oldest is almost 17 Boy,Girl 14 going on 21
And Youngest 10-Boy a Pistol and Half.
Stever

That's a mean Mom? SOP in a Roman Catholic family and a Roman Catholic/Jewish community. Somebody should have told those Catholic/Jewish Moms they were so mean because they didn't know it.

This goes along those lines and trust me my ears were red way too often from being drugged.....



DRUGGED!!!!!!!!!
The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a
Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the
adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question.

"Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?"

I replied, I had a drug problem when I was young:

I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for
weddings and funerals.

I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the
weather.

I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.

I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.

I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity.

I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and
cockle burrs out of dad's fields.

I was drug ! to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood; and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.

Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in
everything I do, say, or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem,

America would be a better place.

God bless the parents who drugged us.

What glory Les???

Ahhhhh, thanks, there goes my Napoleon Complex. Geez, you ego buster. Les

Guess my mom wasn't all that mean. Seeing as it was my dad who pretty much did all the disciplining.

He's got more work to do...