Given our more intense discussion on parenting these last few days, I thought I’d leave you with something a little more light-hearted. This tongue-in-cheek tribute to mothers is not only humorous but also timely for our day. I don’t know the original source, but I have seen it posted in many places. Even if you’ve read it before, it’s worth reading again:
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, or eggs, or toast. When others had Pepsi and Twinkies for lunch, we had to eat 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 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.
She always insisted on telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds.
Because of our mother we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced. None of us have ever been caught shoplifting, vandalizing others’ property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault.
Now that we have left home, we are all God-fearing, educated, 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 anymore.
God bless ‚Äúmean old moms‚Äù … who are, in reality, the best moms in the whole world. Chuck Swindoll was right when he said of such moms: ‚ÄúTheir words are never fully forgotten, their touch leaves an indelible impression, and the memory of their presence lasts a lifetime.‚Äù Yes, indeed. ‚ÄúGive her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates‚Äù (Prov. 31:31).