Sunday, May 11, 2008

Mean Moms Day

Of all the mushy things I've read about mothers and Mother's Day I have always liked this one better. I can't remember who sent it to me or even how long ago, though I think it's been about 10 years. It has transferred computers and homes many times and still, it remains my favorite.

This Mother's Day I share with you a writing that has bolstered my mom-strength countless times... Mean Moms

Mean Moms

Someday, when they are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell my children:

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 six 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.............

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 - and we sat down together to eat it, 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 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 mom could read our minds.

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 educated, honest adults. We will do our best to be mean parents just like our Mom. I think that is what's wrong with the world today. It just doesn't have enough really mean moms.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i love that poem.
my mom has had it on our fridge for goddess knows how long.

it never ceases to make me smile, becuase it's TRUE!