For All Mothers And Mothers-To-Be.

Following are 2 documents we received from friends. We enjoyed them so much we wanted to share them with you in this one post. Unfortunately, the authors are unknown.


I had the meanest mother in the world. While other kids had candy for breakfast, I had to eat cereal, eggs and toast. While other kids had cokes and candy for lunch, I had a sandwich. As you can guess, my dinner was different from other kids’ dinner, too.

My mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You’d think we were on a chain gang or something. She had to know who our friends were and what we were doing.

I am ashamed to admit it but she actually had the nerve to break the child labor law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, make the beds and learn how to cook. That woman must have stayed awake nights thinking up things for us kids to do.

And she always insisted that we tell 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 no end by insisting that the boys come to the door to get us.

I forgot to mention that most of our friends were allowed to date at the mature age of 12 and 13 but our old fashioned mother refused to let us date until we were 15. She really raised a bunch of squares. None of us were ever arrested for shoplifting or busted for dope. And who do we have to thank for this? You’re right, our mean mother.

I am trying to raise my children to stand a little straighter and taller and I am secretly tickled to pieces when my children call me mean. I thank God for giving me the meanest mother in the world. Our country doesn’t need a good 5-cent cigar. It just needs more mean mothers like mine.

Proverbs 22:6 (KJV) says Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.”


There are things that I remember, that were shared by you and me. Like how your hugs and kisses, could heal a wounded knee.

Like quiet times together, that ended all too soon. And baking cakes and cookies, on a rainy afternoon.

You taught me love and patience, you showed me how to care. Your gentle touch could ease the pain, when life seemed so unfair.

You helped me grow through all the years, of good times and some bad. And never stopped supporting, every dream I ever had.

You’ve been there when I needed you and now I comprehend. You’ve not just been my mother, you’ve also been my friend.

Proverbs 31:26-27 (KJV) saysShe openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness. She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.”

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