My Mam is meaner than your Mam!
Was your Mum
mean? I know mine was. I had the meanest mother in the whole world! When other
kids got sweets for breakfast we
had to eat cereal, bread and eggs.
When others
had coke
and pizza we had to have sandwiches
and milk for lunch.
And you can guess
our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from what other kids had too.
Mother insisted on knowing where I was at all times. You would think I was a
convict in prison. She had to know who my friends were, and what I was doing
with them. She insisted that if I said I would be gone an hour that I should be
home in an hour or less. 
I was ashamed to admit
it but she had the nerve to break the
Child Labor Laws
by making me work.
I had to wash dishes, make my bed, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry and all other sorts of jobs. I think that she would lie awake at night thinking of more things for me to do. She always insisted I tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. By the time I was teenager she could read my mind. Then life got really tough. Mam wouldn't let my friends wait outside for me, they had to come in to meet her. While everyone else got to go to dances at 12 or 13 I had to wait until I was 16.
Because of my
mother I missed out on lots of things other kids experience.
I was never caught for shop lifting, vandalizing other's property or ever
arrested for any crime. I was never arrested for fighting.
It
was all her fault. I never got drunk or stayed out all night or a million other
things other kids did. Sundays were reserved for church and I never missed once.
I knew better than to ask to spend the night with a friend on
Now that I have left home I am a God-fearing, educated, honest adult. I am doing my best to be a mean parent just like my Mam was.
Maybe what is wrong with the world today is that it just dosen't have enough mean Mams anymore.
I'm thankful for my mean Mam.
