My mother insisted on knowing were we were at all times. You’d think we were in a chain gang.
She had to know who our friends were – and what we were doing. She insisted that if we said we’d be gone for an hour, that we would be gone for one hour or less. She was really mean!
I am ashamed to admit it, but she actually had the nerve to break the child labor laws by making us work! We had to wash dishes, make all the beds, learn to cook, and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she lay awake nights thinking up 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 was much wiser, and our life became even more unbearable. None of this tooting the car horn for us to come running. She embarrassed us to no end by making our dates come to the front door to get us. I forgot to mention it, but while my friends were dating at the mature age of 12 and 13, my old-fashioned mother refused to let me date until I was 15 or 16. She was really mean!
My mother was a complete failure as a mother. But, none of us have ever been arrested, or beaten a mate. Each of my brothers spent time in the service of his country, willingly…no protesting. And whom do we have to blame for this terrible way we turned out? You’re right…our mean mother!
Look at all the things we missed. We never got to take part in a riot, never burned draft cards, or got to do a million things our friends did. Our mean mother made us grow up into God-fearing, educated, honest adults.
I am trying to use this as a background for raising my own children. So, I stand a little taller, and I am filled with pride when my children call me mean. You see, I’m thankful that God gave me the meanest mother in the world.
My Mean Mother’s Dinner Rolls
½ cup water
½ cup butter or margarine
5 ½ to 6 cups all-purpose flour
2 packages active dry yeast
½ cup sugar
1 teaspoon salt
2 eggs, slightly beaten
¾ cup milk
¼ cup butter, melted (optional)