Every child growing up should have a mean Mother.
I found this when my kids were young and read it to them. I just came across it again and think it's worth passing along. Chuck
MY MEAN MOTHER
I had the meanest mother in the whole world. While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to eat cereal, eggs or toast. When others had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can guess, my supper was different from the other kids, too. But at least I wasn't alone in my sufferings. My sister and two brothers had the same mean mother I did. My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were on a chain gang. She had to know our friends; where and what we were doing. She insisted if we said we'd be gone an hour that we be gone one hour or less--not one hour and one minute.
THE ROD OF CORRECTION
I am nearly ashamed to admit it, cut she actually struck us. Not once, but each time we did as we pleased. Can you imagine someone actually hitting a child because he disobeyed? Now you can begin to see how mean she really was. The worst is yet to come. We had to be in bed by nine each night and up early the next morning. We couldn't sleep until noon like our friends. So while they slept my mother had the nerve to break the child labor law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, make beds, learn to cook and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she laid awake at night thinking of mean things to do to us. She always insisted that we tell the truth--the whole truth and nothing but the truth, even if it killed us. It nearly did.
NO HORN-TOOTING FRIENDS
By the time we were teen-agers she was much wiser and our life became even more unbearable. None of this tooting the horn of a car for us to come running. She embarrassed us to no end by making our dates and friends come to the door to get us. I forgot to mention that while my friends were dating at the mature age of twelve or thirteen, my old-fashioned
mother refused to let me date until the age fifteen and eighteen- fifteen, that is, if you dated only to go to school functions. And that was maybe twice a year! My mother was a complete failure as a mother.
A FEW MILLION MOTHERS LIKE THIS WOULD CLOSE OUR GENERATION GAP
None of us has ever been arrested or divorced. None has beaten his mate. Each of my brothers served his time in the service of this country. And whom do we have to blame for the terrible way we turned out? You're right-our mean mother. Look at the things we missed. We never got to march in a protest parade, take part in a riot, burn draft cards or a million and one things that our friends did. She forced us to grow up into God-fearing, educated and honest adults. Using this as a background, I am trying to rear my three children. I stand a little taller and I am filled with pride when my children call me "mean." Because, you see, I thank God He gave me "the meanest mother" in the whole world.--Selected
Motorhoming across America, Enjoying God's Creations
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I found this when my kids were young and read it to them. I just came across it again and think it's worth passing along.
MY MEAN MOTHER
I had the meanest mother in the whole world. While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to eat cereal, eggs or toast. When others had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can guess, my supper was different from the other kids, too. But at least I wasn't alone in my sufferings. My sister and two brothers had the same mean mother I did. My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were on a chain gang. She had to know our friends; where and what we were doing. She insisted if we saide we'd be gone an hour that we be gone one hour or less--not one hour and one minute.
THE ROD OF CORRECTION
I am nearly ashamed to admit it, cut she actually struck us. Not once, but each time we did as we pleased. Can you imagine someone actually hitting a child because he disobeyed? Now you can begin to see how mean she really was. The worst is yet to come. We had to be in bed by nine each night and up early the next morning. We couldn't sleep until noon like our friends. So while they slept my mother had the nerve to break the child labor law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, make beds, learn to cook and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she laid awake at night thinking of mean things to do to us. She always insisted that we tell the truth--the whole truth and nothing but the truth, even if it killed us. It nearly did.
NO HORN-TOOTING FRIENDS
By the time we were teen-agers she was much wiser and our life became even more unbearable. None of this tooting the horn of a car for us to come running. She embarrassed us to no end by making our dates and friends come to the door to get us. I forgot to mention that while my friends were dating at the mature age of twelve or thirteen, my old-fashioned
mother refused to let me date until the age fifteen and eighteen- fifteen, that is, if you dated only to go to school functions. And that was maybe twice a year! My mother was a complete failure as a mother.
A FEW MILLION MOTHERS LIKE THIS WOULD CLOSE OUR GENERATION GAP
None of us has ever been arrested or divorced. None has beaten his mate. Each of my brothers served his time in the service of this country. And whom do we have to blame for the terrible way we turned out? You're right-our mean mother. Look at the things we missed. We never got to march in a protest parade, take part in a riot, burn draft cards or a million and one things that our friends did. She forced us to grow up into God-fearing, educated and honest adults. Using this as a background, I am trying to rear my three children. I stand a little taller and I am filled with pride when my children call me "mean." Because, you see, I thank God He gave me "the meanest mother" in the whole world.--Selected
God Bless you. We love you.
Jim and Anita
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