"The Meanest Mother"

Mother - mom, mother, mama
United States
September 8, 2007 6:37am CST
I always thought my mother was so mean. I read this poem quite a few years ago and realized different. What do you think? "The Meanest Mother" I had the meanest mother in the whole world. While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs or toast. When others had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can guess, my supper was different than the other kids' also. But at least, I wasn't alone in my sufferings. My sister and two brothers had the same mean mother as I did. My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were on a chain gang. She had to know who our friends were and where we were going. She insisted if we said we'd be gone an hour, that we be gone one hour or less--not one hour and one minute. I am nearly ashamed to admit it, but she actually struck us. Not once, but each time we had a mind of our own and did as we pleased. That poor belt was used more on our seats than it was to hold up Daddy's pants. Can you imagine someone actualy hitting a child just because he disobeyed? Now you can begin to see how mean she really was. We had to wear clean clothes and take a bath. The other kids always wore their clothes for days. We reached the height of insults because she made our clothes herself, just to save money. Why, oh why, did we have to have a mother who made us feel different from our friends? The worst is yet to come. We had to be in bed by nine each night and up at eight the next morning. We couldn't sleep till noon like our friends. So while they slept-my mother actually had the nerve to break the child-labor law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, make beds, learn to cook and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she laid awake at night thinking up mean things to do to us. She always insisted upon us telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, even if it killed us- and it nearly did. By the time we were teen-agers, she was much wiser, and our life became even more unbearable. None of this tooting the horn of a car for us to come running. She embarrassed us to no end by making our dates and friends come to the door to get us. If I spent the night with a girlfriend, can you imagine she checked on me to see if I were really there. I never had the chance to elope to Mexico. That is if I'd had a boyfriend to elope with. I forgot to mention, while my friends were dating at the mature age of 12 and 13, my old fashioned mother refused to let me date until the age of 15 and 16. Fifteen, that is, if you dated only to go to a school function. And that was maybe twice a year. Through the years, things didn't improve a bit. We could not lie in bed, "sick" like our friends did, and miss school. If our friends had a toe ache, a hang nail or serious ailment, they could stay home from school. Our marks in school had to be up to par. Our friends' report cards had beautiful colors on them, black for passing, red for failing. My mother being as different as she was, would settle for nothing less than ugly black marks. As the years rolled by, first one and then the other of us was put to shame. We were graduated from high school. With our mother behind us, talking, hitting and demanding respect, none of us was allowed the pleasure of being a drop-out. My mother was a complete failure as a mother. Out of four children, a couple of us attained some higher education. None of us have ever been arrested, divorced or beaten his mate. Each of my brothers served his time in the service of this country. And whom do we have to blame for the terrible way we turned out? You're right, our mean mother. Look at the things we missed. We never got to march in a protest parade, nor to take part in a riot, burn draft cards, and a million and one other things that our friends did. She forced us to grow up into God-fearing, educated, honest adults. Using this as a background, I am trying to raise my three children. I stand a little taller and I am filled with pride when my children call me mean. Because, you see, I thank God, He gave me the meanest mother in the whole world. written by Bobbie Pingaro (1967)
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14 responses
@alysya (159)
• Philippines
16 Sep 07
you are very lucky to have a mother like that... you mightnot justknow but she is training you well in your future life... she doem't want you to be just like the other kids... who wouldn't have a good future .... sometimes we feel abused or being deprived but we will just know what our mother is trying to do with us,,, once we reach the point where we became mother ourselves....
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• United States
16 Sep 07
exactly!
@alysya (159)
• Philippines
17 Sep 07
LOL...LOL... Im sorry haven't read yourposts verywell.. I thought it was your story i only realized wen i get to read other's responses... but I'm sure you can relate...
@laurika (4537)
• United States
16 Sep 07
That'was really good.I guess I was the same like you and thought I had a the meanest mum in the world, when i have to leanr how to cook, to bake, clean, take care of the garden, leanr iron the clothes.but now I am so happy I know hot to do all those things and I would teach the same my kids.They would probably thinks the same about me like is the name of this poem, but I hope their opinion would change with age like mine. I think I sure would keep this poem for my kids and when come time I would show them this.
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• United States
16 Sep 07
I always quoted this poem to my daughter when she was growing.
• Indonesia
11 Sep 07
thats is touching .thanks for sharing..
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• United States
11 Sep 07
you are very welcome
• United States
9 Sep 07
That poem is great! Thanks for sharing it!!!
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• United States
9 Sep 07
you are very welcome
• United States
8 Sep 07
That's a humorous way to look at growing up. I love it! When my boy would say "but my friends can do it" I would reply with "well I'm not their mother"! My other reply was "you can go live somewhere else if you think you've got it so rough here". I guess we just don't understand until we grow up and become "the mean mother". LOL
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• United States
9 Sep 07
You sound alot like my mom
@fritz27 (1137)
• United States
8 Sep 07
I love your mother! and if I ever figure out how, I'm going to find this and print it out. I have a 17 yr. old who sometimes says " why can't I, my friends are allowed to?"
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• United States
8 Sep 07
We always said that to mom.
• United States
11 Sep 07
Sherri, Our mother was mean, but didn't we learn a lot from it? We learned to become independent and stand on our own. We learned respect, had self-esteem. I remember being mortified at missing the bus, because Mom drove me to school in her BATHROBE! I know she wouldn't have given us this "meanness" if she didn't love us!
• United States
11 Sep 07
She did love us. Still does. I am so glad that she was as mean as she was. I hope that we are as mean to our children. It taught us things and kept us safe.
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• United States
16 Sep 07
Yes, the love is there! I suppose the meanness was for a good cause...I hope so, cuz I am sure that my kids think that I am the "meanest mother". Hopefully, when they get older (like we are, you first, of course :) they will understand that it was all for love.
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@Lakota12 (42794)
• United States
8 Sep 07
Great Post! So it looks like I stand Tall as the meanest Mother of all time right next to that mean Mom lolololololol
• United States
9 Sep 07
She gets an award! TaDa! LOL
@Lakota12 (42794)
• United States
9 Sep 07
lol Thanks I will accept!
@beauty_ph (2752)
• Philippines
9 Sep 07
How I wish to be a mother soon. Being mean can sometimes turn the children into having a good future, but not at all time. It also depends on the background of how much love is involved. Love can be mean. And love is not love without freedom. However, love is very much justifiable. I love my parents, they were not that mean and not that lenient, and they were able to raise us God-fearing individuals.
• United States
9 Sep 07
You sound like a good person
@ssf12ster (489)
• India
9 Sep 07
yes even my mother is very strict.hse does nt let go of her sons. when it comes to money she doesnt want to shre with us. she says she will enjoy all thi till her lifetime.she will pay us less. but certain things u need to respect your mother.i am raising my son in the same way as you are ! dont worry we are all in the same boat!
• United States
9 Sep 07
It is *good* to have a mean mother
• United States
9 Sep 07
I really like this. Im going to print it out for when i have kids. Which that probably wont change their minds much anyways. I used to feel the exact same way about my mom. But it was just me being a teenager. I can look back and realize that she was only doing what was best for me.
• United States
9 Sep 07
Moms know best
@Thoroughrob (11771)
• United States
8 Sep 07
That is so cool! I love it. My kids think I am mean also, although alot of that I don't do. Makes you want to stand your ground.
• United States
9 Sep 07
I bought my mom a coffee cup with this poem
@mamasan34 (6522)
• United States
8 Sep 07
Apparently my mother was one of those really mean mom's too. The Lord always gives us what we need, not what we want and I think that our mean mom's are another one of the Lord's blessings. Thanks for posting that.
• United States
9 Sep 07
God bless mean moms
@vidyasma (91)
• India
8 Sep 07
You are really very very lucky to have a mother like this. She is caring for u all each and every second . her heart and mind always thinks about you all and she is for u all. Thank God always throughout ur life for gifting u with such a wonderful mother
• United States
9 Sep 07
My mom is great