Sunday, May 11, 2014
the meanest mom ever...
She was so mean, she made us wear hand-me-downs and second-hand clothes so we could learn the value of saving money. If we bought new clothes, they were usually from the clearance rack. How humiliating. I mean, what kid wants to look good wearing second-hand and clearance-rack clothes? She tricked us into enjoying the hunt of a good deal. Sheesh.
Seriously. She was so mean that she made us be nice to people, even if they weren't nice to us. She would explain that maybe they were going through something hard that we don't know about. And she always made us be the first to say hello because according to my mean mom, everyone is waiting for someone else to make the first move of friendship. I am so shy that it is just. So. Mean. to make me be the first to say hello!
My mom is a hard worker. She is so mean, she made us have to work hard, too, even if we complained the whole time. We had to pull weeds. We had to do dishes and dust and vacuum. She taught aerobics classes my entire life (for free!), and whenever anyone is moving, she volunteers to clean their toilets. And she tricked us into thinking she was happy doing it. Thanks a lot, mom!
Now that I'm a mom, I'm happy to say that I'm a mean mom, too. I make my kids respect people, and look out for others who might need a friend. I make my kids hang up their own clothes (their own hand-me-down clothes, nonetheless. So mean!), and learn the difference between healthy and unhealthy foods so they can choose wisely. I make them play outside, and limit their video game time. I listen to them when they have something on their mind.
It's like a wicked cycle, because I'm pretty sure at the rate my kids are going, they'll be mean parents someday, too. And I couldn't be prouder!
Thank you mom, for teaching me how to be a mother. I'll always love you for that.