Open letter to all the"bad parents"!
Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my wicked parents told me: I loved you enough to ask you here you were going, with whom, and when you'd be back at home.
I loved you enough to be patient until you discovered that your new best friend or your big buddy was a creep. I loved you enough to stay standing there in the doorway for two hours while you cleaned your room, what should have taken 15 minutes as a matter of principle!
I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must learn that their parents are not perfect. I loved you enough to let you assume responsibility for your action seven when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.
But above all, I loved you enough to say NO even when I knew you would hate me for it. These were the most difficult battles of all. I am happy to have won, because in the end, you've won too. And someday when your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates 'mean'' parents, tell them: Your parents, were they mean?
Mine were. I had the meanest parents in the world! While other kids ate candy for lunch, I had to have cereal, eggs, and vegetables. When others had Coke and hamburgers for dinner, I had to eat meat, cheese, vegetables and fruit. Not to mention all the pancakes and cakes my mom made us. And you can guess that my mother made dinners that were different from those of other children.
Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my wicked parents told me: I loved you enough to ask you here you were going, with whom, and when you'd be back at home.
I loved you enough to be patient until you discovered that your new best friend or your big buddy was a creep. I loved you enough to stay standing there in the doorway for two hours while you cleaned your room, what should have taken 15 minutes as a matter of principle!
I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must learn that their parents are not perfect. I loved you enough to let you assume responsibility for your action seven when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.
But above all, I loved you enough to say NO even when I knew you would hate me for it. These were the most difficult battles of all. I am happy to have won, because in the end, you've won too. And someday when your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates 'mean'' parents, tell them: Your parents, were they mean?
Mine were. I had the meanest parents in the world! While other kids ate candy for lunch, I had to have cereal, eggs, and vegetables. When others had Coke and hamburgers for dinner, I had to eat meat, cheese, vegetables and fruit. Not to mention all the pancakes and cakes my mom made us. And you can guess that my mother made dinners that were different from those of other children.
My parents insisted on knowing where I was at all times. One would have thought that I was locked in a prison. They had to know who my friends were and what I was doing with them. They insisted that if I said I would be gone for an hour, it was only for an hour or less.
I was ashamed to admit it, but my parents broke the law on the protection of children working on making me work. I had to do the dishes, my bed (the horror!), Learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do my laundry, empty the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think they woke up at night thinking of new tasks for me to do. They always insisted that I tell the truth, just the truth and nothing but the truth.
When I became a teenager, they could read my mind and had eyes all around their head. Then, life was really tough! My parents would not let my friends just honk the horn when they came to get me. They had come to the door for them to meet. While everyone could have a boy/girlfriend when they were 12 or 13 years, I had to wait to be 16. Because of my parents, I missed a lot of things to other children have experienced.
I've never been arrested for shoplifting, vandalism, alcoholism, or any crime. It was "all their fault. "Now that I've left the house, I am an educated and honest adult. I do my best to be a “mean” parent as my parents were. I think that's what's wrong with the world today. There are not enough mean parents!
So thank you to all the parents who were very mean in our youth to teach us to be mean good people ...
I was ashamed to admit it, but my parents broke the law on the protection of children working on making me work. I had to do the dishes, my bed (the horror!), Learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do my laundry, empty the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think they woke up at night thinking of new tasks for me to do. They always insisted that I tell the truth, just the truth and nothing but the truth.
When I became a teenager, they could read my mind and had eyes all around their head. Then, life was really tough! My parents would not let my friends just honk the horn when they came to get me. They had come to the door for them to meet. While everyone could have a boy/girlfriend when they were 12 or 13 years, I had to wait to be 16. Because of my parents, I missed a lot of things to other children have experienced.
I've never been arrested for shoplifting, vandalism, alcoholism, or any crime. It was "all their fault. "Now that I've left the house, I am an educated and honest adult. I do my best to be a “mean” parent as my parents were. I think that's what's wrong with the world today. There are not enough mean parents!
So thank you to all the parents who were very mean in our youth to teach us to be mean good people ...
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