Someday when my children are old enough to understand the                       logic that
                      motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean Mum 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                       you're 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 Mum 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, and
                      learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, and 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 friend's 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 18.
                     
                      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 Mum was.
                     
                      I think that is what's wrong with the world today. It                       just doesn't
                      have enough mean mums!
 
 
hmmm, i love the poem/story, wish i can read the rest of your blog entries. I will follow anyway.
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