Was Your Mom Mean?

[kat2220]

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, eggs, and toast. When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches. And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from other kids had too.

Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all time. You'd think we were convicts in 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.

We were ashamed to admit it but she had the nerve to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work. We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.

She always insisted on us telling the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth. By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds. Then, life really got tough! Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up. They had to come up to the door so she could meet them.

While everyone else could date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16. Because of our mother, we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced. None of us have ever been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault. We never got drunk, took up smoking, stayed out all night, or a million other things other kids did.

Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults. We are dong our best to be mean parents just like Mom was. I think that's what's wrong with the world today. It just doesn't have enough mean moms anymore!

~ Author Unknown

 

[TexasRaceLady]

Not only was my mom mean, she also applied hairbrush to bottom when needed.

 

[nascarwoman]

My mom was a mean as Kat's mom. She also insisted that when we turned 16 we get a job during the summer to learn what it was like to be in the working world. :EEEEK:

 

[boB]

You think your Mom was mean?

I had the pleasure (?) of having my Mom as my third-fifth grade teacher. (That's right; we had three grades all in the same classroom.)
She had a strict rule about throwing snowballs. We were NOT to do that!
Well, we all walked to school back then; we'd had one of those early season, nice wet type snowstorms, I'd left before my Mom and was having a great time tossing snowballs around the school yard with a few of the other kids.
Mom got there, was trying to get the frozen lock on the door open and everyone had dropped their snowballs except me. I kept packing and shaping, shaping and packing, until a voice inside my young head said, "Go ahead, throw that snowball!".

Well, I took aim at Mom's head, threw that snowball as hard as any third grader ever threw anything, and scored a direct hit on Mom"s right ear.
She never said a word, finally got the door unlocked, then turned around and grabbed me by my right ear and marched me into the schoolroom.

She held me in front of all the other kids until they were seated, then removed my coat, pulled my belt from my pants, very deliberately dropped my trousers and my undershorts around my ankles and proceeded to raise welts on my tender young bottom.
Despite the pain, I for unknown reasons, found some sort of sick humor in the whole situation and started to laugh at her. The harder I laughed, the harder she hit and the harder she hit, the harder I laughed.
She did stop when she realized that she had drawn blood, told me to pull up my pants and go to my desk. By now sitting down was not really a good idea, but that too was part of my punishment.
Not completely satisfied that I had learned to never defy authority, Mom decided that I should spend my recess and lunch periods writing "I will not throw snowballs" on the blackboard for all the class to see and be reminded three times a day as to just who was in charge in that classroom.

OF course in today's politically correct world, Mom would be arrested and probably jailed for child abuse, but I will say that even now, some sixty odd years later, "I will not throw snowballs."

Then there was the time I wiped Mom's face with a greasy old barn rag when she bent over to kiss me goodnight, but that's a story for another day.

Then there's also one concerning my Dad, the dynamite and the well.

 

[42ILoveU]

Sure reminds me of my mom, only she wasn't afraid to use a belt either. I Love her for making me who I am.

 

[Gollum]

Originally posted by TexasRaceLady@Sep 29 2004, 07:53 PM
Not only was my mom mean, she also applied hairbrush to bottom when needed.

Mom didn't use a brush on Gollum. We had a rather large willow tree out beside the cave. I keep that sucker striped of limbs. :lol:

 

[kat2220]

Originally posted by Gollum+Sep 29 2004, 09:21 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td>QUOTE (Gollum @ Sep 29 2004, 09:21 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'> <!--QuoteBegin-TexasRaceLady@Sep 29 2004, 07:53 PM
Not only was my mom mean, she also applied hairbrush to bottom when needed.

Mom didn't use a brush on Gollum. We had a rather large willow tree out beside the cave. I keep that sucker striped of limbs. :lol: [/b][/quote]
OMG Gollum , ME TOO, but it was my Daddy who made me bring the "switch" and he whupped my legs and he ALWAYS said "Don't bring a small one"!

 

[kat2220]

Hey boB......

 

[boB]

Kat,

You best be careful with those snowballs. My Mom is qutie apt to come back from the grave and use the belt on you!

I wouldn't put it past her if she made up her mind that someone needed a good lickin', especially for throwing snowballs!


Gollum, it wasn't my Mom that used the willow switch, that was my wicked big sister who sort of took over after Mom past away.
She'd make me cut at least three or four of 'em before I'd get her just the right one.
And she didn't hit the legs, either! Bare bottom, too be sure we got the message!
I swear I must still have the scars on my cheeks from all that abuse.

Guess that maybe I was just such a slow learner or something.