I had the meanest mother in the world. While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal and eggs. When others had sugary drinks and candy for lunch, I had to eat sandwich. But at least I wasn't alone. My sister and two brothers had the same mean mothers as I did.
My mother knew where we were at all times. She knew who our friends were. We had to wear clean clothes and take a bath every day. We had to be in bed by 9:00 pm. and up 8:00 am. We couldn't sleep till noon like our friends. So while they slept, our mother gave us work to do. We had to wash dishes, make our beds and learn to cook. 1believed she lay awake at night thinking up mean things to do for us.
Through the years, things didn't improve a lot. We could not lie in bed "sick" like our friends did in order to miss school. My mother was the meanest mother. Out off our children, a couple of us went on to higher education. None of us have ever done bad things. She forced us to grow up into educated and honest people. I am trying to raise my children like this. I will feel proud when my children call me mean
Because, you see, I am thankful that I had the meanest mother in the whole world. Mother's love to their children can be rather deep, yet this love must help the child grow away from the mother, and to become fully independent. That is where true love lies.
