Unreasonable mothers


For those of you that are not mums yet …

Was your Mum mean? I know mine was. We had the meanest mother in the whole world! While other children ate candy for breakfast, we had cereal, eggs, and toast. When others had a Pepsi and a Mars Bar for lunch, we had to eat healthy 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 all times. You’d think we were convicts in a prison. She had to know who our friends were, and what we were doing all the time. 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 Employment Laws by making us work. We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, 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. Then, life was really tough! Mother would not let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up. They had to come 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 others property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault. We never got drunk, took up smoking – or drugs, stayed out all night, or a million other things kids did.

Now that we all 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 anymore.

(Taken from http://www.funkymunky.co.za/letter99.html)

Andrew

PS, I was up until half past four this morning following the election results. Not a happy bunny – but that’s life I suppose.

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