Happy Birthday to my mom, who wasn't quite this mean, but almost!
Thanks, Mom, for teaching me that love doesn't always mean saying yes to your kids, and for giving me a fine role model. I may not do everything your way, but what you did inspire what I do!
You may drive me crazy at times, but I love you, very, very much--and I'm very glad you're my mom!
Oh, and this is especially appropriate after this A.M. when I fined SC a buck from her allowance after saying a prohibited word AGAIN and in front of her younger sister. She thinks I'm really mean--so I guess I'm doing things right. At least for today......................
M E A N M O T H E R S
Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent,I will tell them:
I loved you enough...to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be home..
I loved you enough...to insist that you save your money and buy a bike for yourself even though we could afford to buy one for you.
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.
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. Then, life was really tough!
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.