I was reflecting with my Mom the other day, and I came to realise my Mom was really mean growing up. She used to say that she was the meanest mother in town… and I totally agreed with here for oh… all of my childhood!
My Mom never let me stay up late…
Or go out past 10 O’clock,
She had to know all of my friends,
AND meet their parents.
She would march me out of a store when I threw a temper tantrum
Or just tell me to stuff it and ignore me.
I had to be responsible
And I never got my way (No matter how hard I begged).
I had to call home when I was going out, or going somewhere else.
I had a curfew, that was followed or else.
Good grades were expected, but lesser ones were accepted.
She pushed me to do everything that I hate.
And she made me find what I love.
So yeah, I had the meanest Mom… and I hated her for my whole childhood…
…Maybe should tell her thanks…
Or maybe I just did