We had a really mean Mom

“While other kids ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, egg and toast.

When others had a Pepsi or 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 , 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, 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.  By the time we were teenagers she could read our minds.

Then life was really tough.  Mother wouldn’t let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up.  They had to come 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 people’s property, or being arrested for any crime.  It was all her fault.”

Now that we have left home, we are all God-fearing, educated, honest adults.  We are doing our best to be mean parents, just like Mum was.

I think that’s what’s wrong with the world today.  It just doesn’t have enough mean moms anymore.    (Mike Doyle)

My comment:    He might have added:  “We weren’t allowed to spend time on social media, ending up feeling inadequate”.  But then he is talking about a different era, when discipline, politeness, reliability, learning useful life skills – and telling the truth – were givens.  (it must be my age!)

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