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Mean Moms

I’d like to share the poem/article below that I got from SmartParenting forum.

Mama was mean to us, like what’s written below she insisted in knowing every detail of our social life-what where when and with whom. Though my siblings and I “hated” that pagiging “intrimitida” of Mama I’m sure glad she treated us that way.

I see myself to be a mean mom to Vierte, as I am a mean ate to my siblings.

sabi nga ng mga nakakatanda “saka mo na maiintindihan ng lubusan mga magulang mo pag naging nanay/tatay ka na din”

Thanks Mama!

with my mama

with my son





Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me: I loved you enough . . . to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be home.


I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your new best friend was a creep.


I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.


I loved you enough to let you see anger,disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must learn that their parents aren’t perfect.


I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your actions even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.


But most of all, I loved you enough . . . to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it.


Those were the most difficult battles of all. I’m glad I won them, because in the end you won, too. And someday when your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.


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 what other kids had, too.


Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You’d think we were convicts in a prison. She had to know who our friends were, and what we were doing with them. She insisted that if we said wewould 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, empty the trash, and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lieawake 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 and had eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really 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 mothe r 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.


Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.


I think that is what’s wrong with the world today. It just doesn’t have enough mean moms!

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Hi, my name is Abigail a stay at home Mama of two LittleOnes and currently residing in Dubai, UAE since 2009. This is my little space online where I share activities, places we've been, food we enjoy and snippets of our daily expat life. ‘Cuddles and Crumbs’ is a combination of the two main things I share on this blog: cuddles (family) and crumbs (food).

1 Comment

  1. Liza's Eyeview says

    That was great. Yes, we need more mean moms 🙂 I want to be one too (I mean like the mean mom on the poem)

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