I just read this on one of my parents message board/group and thought it was
kind of cute.
It's just about how mean, horrible and rotten *some* moms are - and even
dads, for that matter. I just thought it was cute and thought I would share
for those that might not have seen this. Not exactly sure where it came
from, other than it being posted to the board of a group I'm a member of!


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Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic
that motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean 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 mustlearn 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. W hen 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 Labour 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, she
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, vandalising 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!