The Meanest Mother in the World

Author Unknown

I had the meanest mother in the world.  While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs, and toast.  When others had a coke and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich.  As you can guess, my dinner was different from other kids’.
My mother insisted on knowing where I was at all times.  She had to know who my friends were and what we were doing. She insisted that if I told her I would be gone an hour, I would be gone for an hour or less.
I’m ashamed to admit it, but she actually had the nerve to make us kids work.  We had to wash dishes, make beds, pull weeds, and learn to cook.  I believe she stayed awake at night, thinking up things for me to do!
By the time I became a teenager, she had grown even meaner.   She embarrassed me by making my dates come to the front door to pick me up.  And while my friends were dating at the mature ages of twelve and thirteen, my old-fashioned mother refused to let me date until I was sixteen.
And, can you believe it, she even whacked my, you know what if I talked back or argued with her. And, to top it off there were hardly any TV shows or movies she would let me watch.  The list of abuses I suffered could go on and on. 
In spite of the harsh way I was raised, I’ve never been arrested. And all my brothers and sisters turned out okay, too.  I guess we owe it all to our mean mother.  She insisted that we grow up into God-fearing, honest, responsible, hard-working adults. I’m grateful to God that He gave me the meanest mother in the world!   

The rod and rebuke give wisdom, but a child left to himself brings shame to his mother. Correct your son, and he will give you rest; yes, he will give delight to your soul. Proverbs 29:15,17