StrawberryGal
Sweet and Innocent
I just got this email from my friend and I thought it would be nice to share with you forum parents! 
I was in the store the other day and saw that there are alot of cards and candy out for St. Valentine's Day. I also received this e-mail this week. It is a little early for a Valentine but as my Mom is already deceased I thought that maybe it might be good for all of us to think about this message and maybe say "Thanks for being a mean Mom" before it is too late.
Someday when my children are old enough to understand, 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 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.
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 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, and 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 u s 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 bakc 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 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!
Happy early St. Valentine's Day to all you "Mean Moms and Dads".
Affectionately,
Fr. O
FIFTH SUNDAY IN ORDINARY TIME
February 5, 2006
Dear Parishioners:
I was in the store the other day and saw that there are alot of cards and candy out for St. Valentine's Day. I also received this e-mail this week. It is a little early for a Valentine but as my Mom is already deceased I thought that maybe it might be good for all of us to think about this message and maybe say "Thanks for being a mean Mom" before it is too late.
Someday when my children are old enough to understand, 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 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.
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 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, and 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 u s 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 bakc 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 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!
Happy early St. Valentine's Day to all you "Mean Moms and Dads".
Affectionately,
Fr. O
Honey this is going to hurt me worst than it's going to hurt you. 
