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Mean Moms
Mean Moms
I loved you enough...
Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that
motivates a parent, I will tell them:
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 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 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.
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 (amen, sister!), 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.
I loved you enough...
Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that
motivates a parent, I will tell them:
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 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 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.
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 (amen, sister!), 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.
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