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.
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> I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your new
best
> Friend was a creep
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> 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."
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> I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned
> Your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.
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> I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, and tears in
my
> Eyes. Children must learn that their parents aren't perfect.
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> 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.
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> But most of all, I loved you enough . . . To say NO when I knew you
> Would hate me for it.
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> 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.
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> 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.
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> 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.
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> 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.
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> Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults. We
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> Doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.
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> I think that is what's wrong with the world today.
> It just doesn't have enough mean moms!