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 the other kids 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’d 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 Rules 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 wouldn’t 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 was allowed to date at 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 a 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’s what’s wrong with the world today. It just doesn’t have enough mean mums anymore.