I know, I’m a day late and a dollar short, but in honor of Mother’s Day I wanted to write a post about my mom. Specifically, a post about how mean my mom is.
- My mom is so mean, she made me do chores and clean the house (but when I moved out on my own and had to clean bathrooms, do dishes, and dust I knew exactly what to do)
- My mom is so mean, she didn’t rush to my side when I got hurt in sports like the other kids’ parents (but that made me tough because I learned to get up and shake it off)
- My mom is so mean, she sat me down and gave me “the talk”…including two movies and a book. How embarrassing. (but out of all my friends my age I think I’m one of the very few that even got a talk…it was super embarrassing but at least I got to learn about sex from a loving, mature adult rather than the kids at school *see note*)
- My mom is so mean, she refused to let me wear my senior class t-shirt after I bought a size too small and it fit me like shrink wrap (I was so mad but now after learning more about modesty I am so grateful)
- My mom is so mean, she wouldn’t let me drive by myself even after I turned 16 and got my license (but in hindsight I was a terrible driver, license or no license, and it was a good thing for me and the people around me that she continued to make me drive with her until SHE knew I was ready…no matter what the state of Tennessee said after my 15 minute driving test)
- My mom is so mean, she made me try playing a half a dozen sports that I disliked (but it helped show me what I was really passionate about and gave me a direction of what to pursue once I got a little older; it also taught me about teamwork…and that I’m very uncoordinated)
- My mom is so mean, she made me participate in Bible Bowl every year (which has now become one of my favorite things and gave me so much more Bible knowledge than I ever would have gotten anywhere else)
- My mom is so mean, she didn’t let me watch most of the tv shows or movies that my peers watch (and thereby prevented me from viewing tons of inappropriate, sinful behaviors)
- My mom is so mean, she made me get a summer job each summer while I was in college (which got my lazy self up and out of the house, plus earned some money for later, and helped me learn what jobs I like and what jobs I hate)
- My mom is so mean, made me help plant, care for, and pick the garden, and then freeze the extra (which I hated, but am now so thankful for what I learned)
- My mom is so mean, she made me write handwritten thank you cards for every gift I ever got (a lost art for most these days that I am proud to continue doing)
- My mom is so mean, she would call me out if my behavior was out of line (it made me so mad, but it’s only the people who love you the most who are willing to risk that anger to try to correct sinful and wrong behavior. And because of her reprimands I feel I am a better person)
- My mom is so mean, she started talking about college and pushing me to make good grades way back when I was in middle school (I ended up getting a full ride to college based on my grades)
My mom was “mean”, but she was also my number one cheerleader, the person who encouraged me to reach for my dreams, the one who pushed me to always be better.
I do hope you realize that this post was written very tongue-in-cheek. I love my mom and am so glad that she was “mean” to me. The lessons I learned the hard way when I was younger are the ones I appreciate most now. I just hope I can be as mean to my children someday.
Side note: Please, please, please talk to your children about sex. I know it is uncomfortable, but sometimes parenting isn’t fun (or so I’ve heard). I was shocked as I got older and I realized that hardly any of my friends were taught anything about sex by their parents – they learned most of what they knew from tv and their peers. Now who do you want teaching your child about sex? The liberal, tolerant, media? An inexperienced child? Or you?
And as an educator, I can say that you need to start early. I was in 5th grade when Mom gave me the talk and that was a pretty good time I think (although one of my friends had told me the basics earlier than that), but these days you need start earlier. You don’t have to tell them everything, but at least give them some basics and then build on that as they mature. How early, you ask? I’d say probably kindergarten. I’m not kidding. The things that these young kids know and say is shocking. It is very likely that your child will hear things about sex at school, and I think it’s better if they hear it from you first. Or at least try to keep those lines of communication open so they feel comfortable asking you about the things they hear.
Sorry for the soapbox, this is just a topic that I feel very strongly about and a particular area that I think we are failing our children by avoiding the “uncomfortable” issues.
Anyway, Happy Mother’s Day to all you MEAN moms out there! You’re doing it right :)