Meanest
Mother In The World
I
had the meanest mother in the world. While other kids ate candy for
breakfast, I
had to have cereal, eggs and toast. When others had a Coke and
candy for lunch,
I had to eat a sandwich. As you can guess, my dinner was
different from
other kids.
My mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You'd think
we were on a
chain gang. She had to know who our friends were and what we
were doing.
She inisted that if we said we'd be gone for an hour, that we
would be gone
one hour or less.
I am ashamed to admit it, but she actually had the nerve to break the
child labor law.
She made us work!! We had to wash all the dishes, make
beds, learn to
cook, and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she lay awake
nights just thinking
up mean things to do to us.
She always inisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing
but the truth.
By the time we were teenagers she was much wiser, and our
life became even
more unbearable.
None of this tooting the horn of a car for us to come running. She
embarrassed us
to no end by making our dates and friends come to the door to
get us.
I forgot to mention, while my friends were dating at the mature age
of 12 and 13,
my old fashioned mother refused to let me date until I was 15
and 16.
My mother was a complete failure as a mother. None of us has ever
been
arrested, or
beaten by a mate. Each of my brothers served his time in the
service of his
country. And who do we have to blame for the terrible way we
turned out?
You're right, our mean mother.
Look at all the things we missed. We never got to take part in a
riot,
burn draft cards
and a million and one things that our friends did. She
made us grow
up into God-fearing, educated, honest adults.
Using this as a background, I am trying to raise my children. I stand
a little taller
and am filled with pride when my children call me mean. You
see, I thank
God He gave me the meanest mother in the whole world.
From this, I would say the country doesn't need a 5-cent cigar, it
needs more "Mean
Mothers....and Dads."
--Author Unknown
A
Mean Mother...
"A mean mother never allows
candy or sweets to
take the place of a
well-balanced meal.
A mean mother
insists on knowing where her children
are at all times, who
their friends are, and what they do.
A mean mother
breaks the child labor law
by making her children work
--washing dishes,
making beds, learning to
cook and doing
other cruel and unpleasant
chores.
A mean mother
makes life miserable for
her offspring by insisting
that they always....
Tell The Truth!
A mean mother
produces teenagers
who are wiser and more
sensible.
A mean mother
can smile with secret delight
and pride when she hears
her own grand
children call their parents
"mean".
What the world
needs now are more
Mean Mothers...and Fathers."
Author Unknown
A Mother's Wages
If I would charge
one cent each time
I washed
my children's clothes,
Or tied
a shoe or gave a bath
Or wiped
a runny nose,
Or made
a bed or acted as
Their
judge or referee,
It would
be possible that I
Could
live in luxury.
If I were
paid a nickel for
Each diaper
that I've pinned,
For every
Band-Aid I've applied
When arms
or legs were skinned,
For every
toy that I've picked up
And put
back in it's niche,
There
wouldn't be a single doubt--
Why, I
could be quite rich.
If just
one dime would be my fee
For giving
them a pill,
For making
meals and wiping up
The milk
they always spill,
For darning
scores of tiny socks,
For fixing
things that break,
It wouldn't be too long before
A fortune
I would make.
Although
it's true I don't receive
A solitary
cent,
I'm repaid in many ways
For all
the time I've spent.
Their
smiles, their love is my reward
For this
unending care,
And I
am richer, yes, by far
Than any
millionaire!
~author unknown~
Why Mothers
Cry
"Why are you crying?" he asked his mom.
"Because I'm a mother,"
she told him.
"I don't understand,"
he said.
His mom just hugged
him and said, "You never will!"
Later the little boy
asked his father why Mother
seemed to cry for
no reason.
"All mothers cry for
no reason," was all his dad could
say.
The little boy grew
up and became a man, still
wondering why mothers
cry. So he finally put in a call to God and
when God got on the
phone the man said, "God, why do mothers
cry so easily."
God said, "You see
son, when I made mothers
they had to be special.
I made their shoulders strong enough to
carry the weight of
the world, yet gentle enough to give
comfort. I gave them
an
inner strength to
endure childbirth and the rejection
that many times come
from their children.
"I gave them a hardiness
that allows them to keep
going when everyone
else gives up, and to take care of their
families through sickness
and fatigue without complaining.
"I gave them the sensitivity
to love their children
under all circumstances,
even when their child has hurt
them very badly.
This same sensitivity
helps them to make a
child's boo-boo feel
better and helps them share a teenager's
anxieties and fears.
"I gave them a tear
to shed. It's theirs exclusively to
use whenever it's
needed. It's their only weakness.
It's a tear for mankind."
