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Cleathero CreationsIt is Mothers day this month in Australia. And I found this! I am a mean mum. Are you?
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 Labour 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!
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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.
I like this bit....my mother used to give us wholegrain sandwiches for lunch at school and stirfry for dinner - all this in the 70s when the rest of middle-class New Zealand was eating white bread and meat and two veg for tea. I used to think it was so desparately horrible, now I'm grateful for a mother that exposed me to a wide range of taste at an early age.
that is brilliant!!!!! 
Oh yes im a very mean mum...
I WISH MY SISTER COULD READ THIS... 
Not having a family or children of her own, she still holds grudge, and still cant understand where mum came from...
THEY STILL DONT SPEAK NOW...
I relate to all of it, but the only thing ive changed is that, i make sure i sit my children down and discuss and explain why i do and say everything i do....
I always wait until anger has subsided and then...
I tell them i love them loads... 
PottersHouse BearsI guess I am a mean mom. But I get it honestly, my mom was also mean. Unfortunately, many young people today know very little about responsibility and respect.
