Mean Mums

Someday when my children are old enough to
understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will
tell them, as my Mean Mum 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 Mum 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 Twisties 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 Mum was.

I think that is what's wrong with the world today.
It just doesn't have enough mean mums!





Enjoy!

Love it !

I Try my best to be a "Mean Dad"

endymion said:

Best way!

The older has flown the nest and loves the mean mum she had

The other one a teenager, still thinks im the devils spawn

catpark said:

awww...

I am a very mean mum

Nice one Red

I knew being a really strict mean Mom was cool

My mum was mean and I'm a mean mum too (and proud of it!)

and you're right - the world really DOESN'T have enough mean mums (and dads)

MrsGoodnight said:

I can't wait to be a mean mom....maybe not as mean as my mom but pretty darn close.

excellent!

i am a mean mum and proud.

Thank you for sharing this. It's so true. The world needs more mean mums.

Love it!

It's always been my goal to be the meanest mom ever!

I'm a mean uncle when I have to be. I wonder if my nephews will ever love me or if they will hate me forever.

Very cool.

SupaFunkyOrgangrinderSexy said:

they will hate you until they turn 40





but on serious note...they will be thankful you when they realize you meant well

SupaFunkyOrgangrinderSexy said:

They'll love you. When they LEAST expect it, your voice will pop into their head. Telling them how to handle a particularly difficult choice or when they're dealing with their own kids.

They'll go

And then follow that little voice with a smile in their heart.