Monday, March 20, 2006
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(85) i'm a mean mum...
I'm not an evil mom. I am just a mean one...
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, your desk, your dressing table etc etc, 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. My siblings and I 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 Mars bar 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, sweep the floor, do laundry, empty the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she used to 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.
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 13 or 14, we had to wait until we were 19.
Because of our mother, we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced. It was all her fault.
But 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!
PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE MEAN MOTHERS YOU KNOW! (and their kids)
the pig oinked at
2:18 AM
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