It’s been only moments since I was last mean!
I didn’t really realize how mean I am, as a mom, until recently and so I write this blog to my children–knowing full well that none of them read my blog, and therefore I know it will be where I can find it when the time comes that I need to direct this to their attention.
Ahem,
I have been a mean mom. I didn’t plan it that way-but evidently that’s how things have unfolded.
Because I am a mean mom:
- I don’t do your homework for you.
- I don’t keep track of your test schedules in high school or college.
- I don’t write notes in your school lunches.
- I don’t force you to take lessons, play sports, or audition for things.
- I don’t keep track of your gym clothes.
- I don’t plan your social life.
- I don’t drive you everywhere.
- I don’t always say yes.
- I don’t make dinner everynight.
- I don’t base my facebook status on your life.
- I don’t buy you designer underwear.
- I don’t let you use the car when you haven’t earned it.
- I don’t pretend everything is perfect, when it is not.
- I don’t make decisions for you.
- I don’t mitigate the consequences for your decisions.
- I try not to plan your future.
- I don’t assume you will always agree with me.
- I do expect that you will extend respect and reverence for the world we live in.
- I do require you to use appropriate table manners.
- I do expect you to get a job in the summer after you turn 16.
- I do ask you to interact with my adult friends politely and respectfully.
- I do require that you are kind to others, especially those who are not like you.
- I do expect that you develop your own values and know why you believe what you believe.
- I do require you to contribute to the family.
- I do want you to become a generous member of your community without seeking recognition for your efforts.
- I do hope you will accept your divine heritage.
- I do require that you follow through and finish what you start.
- I do expect you to learn to find happiness in yourself.
- I do believe you can be whatever you choose and expect you to believe in yourself.
- I will always support your ability to choose, even when I don’t agree.
- I will always listen.
- I will always try to listen without judgement.
- I will fail sometimes.
- I will always, always, always love you.
Love, your mean mom
4 thoughts on “My name is Paula, and I’m a Mean Mother”
I am a mean mother, too! My mother was a mean mother–much like your description of yourself. I can remember my mother ever heard us say she was mean she would say, “And I’m going to get meaner!!”
I love that–I’m glad I’m a mean mom!
This was awesome, Paula! I’m a mean mom, too.
I’m glad to know that these things dictate me being a mean mom. I always tell my kids,”Yes, life is hard, and mom is mean.”