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I had the meanest mother in the world. While other
kids had candy for breakfast, I had to eat cereal,
eggs, and toast. While other kids had cakes and candy
for lunch, I had a sandwich. As you can guess, my
dinner was different from other dinners, too.
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My mother insisted on knowing where
we were at all times. You'd think we were
on a chain gang or something. She had to
know who our friends were and what
we were doing.
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I am ashamed to admit it, but she actually had
the nerve to break the child labor law. That's
right, She made us WORK! We had to wash the
dishes, make the beds, and learn how to cook.
That woman must have stayed awake at nights
thinking up things for us kids to do. And she
insisted that we tell the truth, the whole
truth, and nothing but the truth.
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By the tine we were teenagers, she was much
wiser and our life became more unbearable.
None of this tooting the car horn for us to
come running; she embarrassed us to no end
by insisting that friends come to the door
and get us.
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I forgot to mention that most of our friends
were allowed to date at the mature age of 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 whom do we have to thank for this?
You're right, our mean mother.
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I am trying to raise my children to stand
a little straighter and taller and I am
secretly tickled to pieces when my
children call me mean. I thank God
for giving me the meanest
Mother in the World.
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Our country doesn't need a good five-cent
cigar. It needs more mean Mothers like mine.
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Blessings on the wonderful woman for eternity!
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