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  • Are you a Mean Mom? Read this and find out.

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    9 posts, 9 voices, 1212 views, started Jun 17, 2009

    Posted on Wednesday, June 17, 2009 by Dalia Spurgeon

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    • Amethyst
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      Mean Moms &Grandmas
      Someday when my children are old enough
      to understand the logic that motivates a parent,
      I will tell them,
      as my Mean ole 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 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,
      s he 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!

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          Judah1 wrote Jun 17, 2009
        • that is so true it was like hearing my own moms voice
          just now
          it takes a valley to rise up a child
          man it did not matter were I was it was like my mom
          was also watching me
          eyes every were
          and when the sreet lights came on you better be in the yard or house
          it was yes ma.. or no ma..
          and when you would get a wupen you go pick out the
          brush you want to get it with
          and it was not fast food all the time
          I remember doing grapes in a tub for my grandma
          for jelly
          and learning how to mend and sew set the table
          yes we do need more of them
          mean moms for today
          judah1estatic



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          Susan Dahringer wrote Jun 17, 2009
        • Sometimes my children categorize me as being mean,because they try to act as if they know more than I do.When I am trying to explain how something is to be done and I raise my voice to be heard..I have never been spanked them ,even though at times ,I feel as if they deserved to be..



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          Denise Richardson wrote Jun 17, 2009
        • Well that sums it all up I’m a mean mom and proud of it, thanks for sharing.happy



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          Angell VillafaƱe wrote Jun 17, 2009
        • Sometimes I don’t know if I was mean enough! Thanks for sharing...I enjoyed that! happy



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          Marilyn09 wrote Sep 10, 2009
        • Thats a real neat piece.
          Before I read it I answered “Mean“- I dont feel like I did a good job. But then I read it and it made me feel better.



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          Mary Clark wrote Sep 11, 2009
        • I’m definitely a mean mom....and sometimes I feel that I fell short in that department.  I wasn’t mean enough but hey...parenting is the hardest job I’ve ever done....and you don’t get a manual when you become one.  Live and learn...

          So yes...I was a pretty mean mom and continue to be one....



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          Deb Link wrote Sep 12, 2009
        • I’m definitely a mean mom!  My 21 year old actually said this exact statement to me about 5 months ago.  He said I was mean because I moved the computer out of his room so I could monitor his activities.  He said I was mean because I had a curfew (always earlier than the other moms).  He had many more “mean” examples to share with me...all were shared with me out of anger.  I was told that someday he’d come around about it.  I hope so. estatic
          My 28 year old agrees that he/they had rules to follow...but he didn’t consider them mean.  He has come to appreciate the difficulties of parenting since he is a father himself.



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