Mean Moms

Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me: I loved you enough . . To ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be home.

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, 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, she could read our minds and had eyes in the back of her head. 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 all educated, honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.

I think that is what’s wrong with the world today.
It just doesn’t have enough mean moms!

Truer words were never said!!!

I had the meanest mother in the world!! She ruled with the iron hand (as her mother did, and her mother before that - and so on down the line!!)

I couldn’t date until I was 17 (I had to be out of high school first!). Talk about child labor - I was born an adult - with the responsibilities to boot! I was cooking and baking at 3, knitting and crocheting at 3, sewing at 4 and ironing at 5. House work - geez - labor camp!! I think I was responsible for my actions from the day I was born!!

OMG - when I wanted to start using face powder and lipstick! That was worse than the day my dad saw nail polish on my fingers!! I had to take it off before I sat down at the dinner table! Then he noticed it on my toes! Geez ------it took a while - but eventually I could wear pale or clear polish but I had to take it off to cook and bake. It wasn’t worth wearing then!!! But my toes were pretty - LOL!!!

Respect! Dang right - you learned it. Manners! Oh yeah.

You must have been told at one time or another - “wipe that look off your face”, “don’t you roll your eyes”, “you stand up straight when I am talking to you” - and the famous “if your friends jump off a cliff are you going to jump too???” And don’t forget - “I don’t care about the other kids ( or parents)…I said so and that is enough of a reason…etc.” I think I heard “because I said so” more than anything. Just once I would have liked a better reason!

And it was a conspiracy - you couldn’t ask mom for something or if you could do something or go somwhere and if you didn’t like her answer go to dad or vice versa - they had the same brain!!! Talk about mental telepathy!! And you wouldn’t dare try to tell any part of a bitty lie!! That was automatic H-E-L-L!!! Of course, that was right up there with the fear of God and the fear of your teachers telling your parents if you did something wrong!

My parents didn’t have eyes in the back of their heads - they were walking, talking, breathing, eye banks with hidden eyes all over their bodies!! Sometimes I felt they were aliens. And the best part - how many times I never had to open my mouth - they automatically knew what I was going to say or ask!!!

Not only did my parents know every friend and acquaintance - but also their family history.

When I finally got to date, dad ran background checks on anyone who wanted to date me as well as their family!! (Dad worked for the sheriff’s department!)

DAD went to the door when my date arrived to get me - I was called the daughter of KONG! Dad would take one look at the guy at the door and if he didn’t like the looks of the guy - I was told to go right back and change my clothes and get comfortable - I was spending the evening at home with family and the guy was never allowed to call me or look at me. When dad opened that door - some guys just politely excused themselves and that was the end of them. Just like in the movies - the big gulp, stutter, and they would say - “have a nice night, sir!” Twenty-one and I still had to be in by 10 PM!!

And if mom or dad caught any of my girlfriends hanging out on street corners, smoking or swearing - that was it - no more hanging around with them!

In high school my one girlfriend and I would go to the library and do our homework, study, and do projects. One block from my house was the red light - she had to cross and walk about a block and a half home. I had to walk about the same distance in the opposite direction. Her dad caught us talking (we were quizzing each other for finals and trying to get through the review book before we went home) and she pushed the button THREE times for the red light to change to cross because we were on the last pages of the review book. He was parked half a block down watching us. Just as she was ready to cross - he pulled up and drove us home and told my parents that we were standing there talking! I finally convinced my parents that we were not TALKING but quizzing each other! Her father was another one like mine! We didn’t stand a chance! Another time we were reading our history books on the way home from school and we were “dawdling” (dang those books were heavy and we were carrying others as well - we had no bookbags to help us!) Sure-as-heck…her dad was following behind us - and really raised Cain because we were walking too slow. Both our dad’s were in the Navy and they treated us as if we were too!!

One day we saw her dad as we were going home from the library and we started marching and saluting - he almost killed us for that - and of course - drove us home and told my parents! Then the lectures started - all about respect, etc. and the fact that ladies would never do that! Cripe - we didn’t mean anything by it…but we got grounded - no phone priveledges for a week and no TV for a week (boy did we miss American Banstand!)

Dads in those days weren’t like the dads today. They were the sole support of the family and way too macho to let their hair down - every day was military camp.
But - we were boring kids. We were no fun (or so we thought). Never had the cops bring us home. Never ended up in jail. Never got in trouble for fighting. Never shoplifted. Never did drugs. Never was brought home drunk and passed out. We got good educations, held good jobs, made our parents proud of us!

Now I am glad I had the meanest parents in the world.

And I agree with you - we need more mean moms (and dads!!)

You might think it weird in today’s world, but I had told my daughter that she wasn’t allowed to date until 16 (like it was for me and my sister). She’s 14-1/2 now. Upon further discussion between her father and I, we’ve decided that there’s no dating until she finishes high school. Once her education is completed to that level, then it’s her decision about what she wants to do with her life…go to university, college, work, etc. She doesn’t seem to have a problem with that now…but that could change! LOL I’ve instilled in her little brain from a young age that “education is freedom” and that her life would be much easier with a good education that enables her to obtain a good job with a good salary. It’s worth the sacrifice of holding off the dating scene. Too many girls end up getting pregnant in grade 11 or 12 and ruining their dreams!

Suprisingly, after discussing this with other parents that we know…we are not the only ones that are using this rule! I think it’s great!

Have a nice day!

It’s great to hear that!! More parents should do the very same thing!!!

this sounds what my mom would be writing on me and my sis. but truly and fairly enough, we need more mean moms around to have better kids and adults for tomorrow