Here is a plaque I saw in a catalog. Someone must have met my mother cause
this describes her perfectly.
Meanest Mother in the World
I had the meanest mother in the world. While other kids had candy for
breakfast, I had cereal, eggs, and toast. While other kids had cake and
candy for lunch, I had a sandwich. As you can guess, my dinner was different
from other kids' dinners. My mother insisted on knowing where we were at all
times. She had to know who our friends were and what we were doing.
I am ashamed to admit it, but she actually had the nerve to break the child
labor law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, make the beds, and learn
to cook. That woman must have stayed awake nights thinking up things for us
kids to do. And she insisted we tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing
but the truth.
By the time we became teenagers, she was much wiser and our lives became
unbearable. None of this tooting the horn for us to come running. She
embarassed us to no end by insisting our friends come to the door to get us.
I forgot to mention that most of our friends were allowed to date at 12 or
13, but our old fashioned mother refused to let us date until we were 15.
She really raised a bunch of squares. None of us were ever arrested for
shoplifting, or busted for dope. And who do we have to thank for that?
You're right, our mean mother.
I am trying to raise my kids to stand a little straighter and taller, and I
am secretly tickled to pieces when my kids call me mean. I thank God for
giving me the meanest Mother in the world. The world needs more mean Mothers
like mine.
Post later. Bye!
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