Mean Moms Poem

Good friend of mine and a fellow MEAN MOM sent me this poem through Facebook yesterday. I loved it so much that I had to share it with all of you mean moms and of course mean dads.

To All You Mean Moms

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 make you go pay for the
bubble gum you had taken and tell the clerk, “I
stole this yesterday and want to pay for it.”

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
Twinkies 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 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, empty the trash
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 and had
eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really

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.

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!

Are you a mean mom or a dad?

I myself am a very mean mom and proud of it. Being a parent to me is not a popularity contest. I don’t mind to be the bad guy, the bad cop or the mean mom as long as my kids are safe, healthy and grow up to be caring and responsible adults.

Don’t forget to share this with other MEAN PARENTS out there.

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16 Responses to “Mean Moms Poem”

  1. Mrs. Tuna says:

    I’m a proud mean mom too! Great rules to live by.

  2. Barb says:

    I think sometimes I’m not as mean as I should be. But I must be somewhat mean. My boys do tell me they hate me sometimes! I make them eat at the table (dinner is almost always together with the whole family). I insist they do their homework. etc.
    I have a friend who is from Bratislava. She and her family moved to the US when she was 13.

    • Bibi says:

      You must be a mean mom to make them eat as a family and do their homework…the horror,lol.

      Glad, you stopped by. I love Bratislava and I have lots of wonderful memories spending summers there.

  3. Mz Dolphin says:

    very true indeed ! and yep.. my mom is a MEAN mom but still Love her

  4. I am a total mean mom. Parents need to parent more and “friend” less.

    I hope my children can appreciate me someday!

  5. Trina says:

    Fellow mean mom’s unite! Yes! I love not being the only mean mom. Maybe I’ll have my kids read this post, lol.

  6. Sarah says:

    Listen, if your teenager doesn’t say they hate you AT LEAST once, you’re probably doing something wrong. ;)

  7. Morgan says:

    So important to be “Mom” now … you can be their friend later in life! Thanks for sharing … and enjoy your SITS day!

  8. Marie Cole says:

    Great poem..I was raised by a “mean mom” and now I am happy about it. ;)

  9. Michael says:

    I was raised by a “mean mom” also and I am very proud of that fact. Great poem thanks for sharing.

  10. Emily Cullen says:

    I had mean parents. I could only chose three rides at the fair, not go on all of them. As soon as I starting babysitting at 13 I had to start buying most of my clothes. They never helped me buy a car. They did help pay for my college education.

    My parents were very strict, I could go on and on, but I think they turned out a pretty good kid so I think I want to raise my son the same way.

  11. sara says:

    I love this! Hope u had a great sits day.

  12. OK…. I am waaay late commenting for your SITS day, but I have had this up in a tab waiting for a moment to be able to read it!! Glad I did… every “mean mom” needs to read this as a reminder that we are not alone because sometimes…. it does feel like you’re the only parent holding your children to a “higher standard”. Thanks for sharing… now I think I will share it on Facebook.

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