mean mums

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   Came across this on another forum and thought it was good, so thought i would share

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 break fast, 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 Labour 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!