MEAN MOM

I had the meanest mother in the whole world. While other kids ate

candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs or toast. When others had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can guess, my supper was different than the other kids' also.

But at least, I wasn't alone in my sufferings. My sister and two

brothers had the same mean mother as I did.

My mother insisted upon 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 where we were going. She insisted if we said we'd be gone an hour, that we be gone one hour or less--not one hour and one minute. I am nearly ashamed to admit it, but she actually struck us. Not once, but each time we had a mind of our own and did as we pleased. That poor belt was used more on our seats than it was to hold up Daddy's pants. Can you imagine someone actually hitting a child just because he disobeyed? Now you can begin to see how mean she really was.

We had to wear clean clothes and take a bath. The other kids always wore their clothes for days. We reached the height of insults because she made our clothes herself, just to save money. Why, oh why, did we have to have a mother who made us feel different from our friends?

The worst is yet to come. We had to be in bed by nine each night

and up at eight the next morning. We couldn't sleep till noon like our friends. So while they slept-my mother actually had the nerve to break the child-labor law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, make beds, learn to cook and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she laid awake at night thinking up mean things to do to us.

She always insisted upon us telling the truth, the whole truth and

nothing but the truth, even if it killed us- and it nearly did.

By the time we were teen-agers, 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. If I spent the night with a girlfriend, can you imagine she checked on me to see if I were really there. I never had the chance to elope to Mexico. That is if I'd had a boyfriend to elope with. 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 the age of 15 and 16. Fifteen, that is, if you dated only to go to a school function. And that was maybe twice a year.

Through the years, things didn't improve a bit. We could not lie

in bed, "sick" like our friends did, and miss school. If our friends

had a toe ache, a hang nail or serious ailment, they could stay home from school. Our marks in school had to be up to par. Our friends' report cards had beautiful colors on them, black for passing, red for failing. My mother being as different as she was, would settle for nothing less than ugly black marks.

As the years rolled by, first one and then the other of us was put

to shame. We were graduated from high school. With our mother behind us, talking, hitting and demanding respect, none of us was allowed the pleasure of being a drop-out.

My mother was a complete failure as a mother. Out of four

children, a couple of us attained some higher education. None of us have ever been arrested, divorced or beaten his mate. Each of my brothers served his time in the service of this country. And whom do we have to blame for the terrible way we turned out? You're right, our mean mother. Look at the things we missed. We never got to march in a protest parade, nor to take part in a riot, burn draft cards, and a million and one other things that our friends did.

She forced us to grow up into God-fearing, educated, honest adults. Using this as a background, I am trying to raise my three

children. I stand a little taller and I am filled with pride when my

children call me mean.

Because, you see, I thank God,

He gave me the meanest mother in the whole world.

Written by Bobbie Pingaro (1967)

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Comments

  1. irishnan

    Yep bringing back memories. lol Can remember saying soso mom said that and she would say well Im your mom I dont care what they said.. lol

    1. tania Post author

      l there were seven of us children to contend with in our house, so we had to toe the line….Thank you irishnan

  2. PamfromTX

    Enjoyed reading this, @Tania My own mother was quite strict with me, the youngest daughter. I’ll never understand why. I still loved her though; she had her hands full with 4 children.

  3. starlette

    I was never hit as a child and never have hit my two, I think there are other ways and means of discipline…….but structure good manners and respect are very lacking in todays society……. I remember once as a teen I was in late, I had my watch on upside down and that’s the honest truth, I wasn’t allowed out after school for a week…….I reported my son to school when I found him playing truant, it was my day off work and I saw him peeping around the wall of a neighbours house with their son, I duly picked up the phone and spoke with the school secretary asking her if my son had signed into school that morning, she said no, so I said then you can assume he is playing truant and I trust you to punish him accordingly, I played along with with him when he came home at the correct time wet through, asked if he had a good day at school he said yes was ok….then I said well take what punishment the school deems fit to give you for wagging it..lol…

    1. tania Post author

      We got our legs slapped ,Star, but really it made us think twice before disobeying our parents….There needs to be structure, and respect..it is definitely lacking in todays world …Thank you.