Mean Moms

I received this in my email and had to share it with the world.

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 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 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.
When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat soup and milk.
And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from what other kids had, too.
Mom 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 Labor 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!
Mom 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, 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, hard-working, 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!



Thanks Mom!

My Christmas present

Since our town is a small remote town with only fly in abilities for most of the year - currently you could travel on the winter road - an ice road only open from 8pm to 8 am - shopping is not readily available. When we moved here with our new born baby we were furnitureless. Luckily this is such a generous town people are always willing and ready to share their extras. By the time I got home from the hospital we had a table and chairs, a couch, a recliner, and a mattress. My generous mother felt that since we are in our 30s and we have children we should have a grown up bed. She ordered through Sears for Christmas 2005 a frame for the bed. The feeling of being up off the floor was amazing, I felt like such a grown up. This year we are further into our 30s, the parents of 2 and for Christmas 2007 we received a headboard. It makes the room look so grown up! Thanks mom and dad.