mean moms....

yesterday's sermon was about the fifth commandment...to honour our parents. pastor ken stated a lot of different circumstances we could have been in with our families. and it wasnt till then that i realised how much i take my parents for granted. for sure i think of them as hero parents....cuz they are, but sometimes, i wish they wouldnt do some of the things that they did. i remember when i was little, how much i always thought i hated my mom, and how i would always think to myself that i would never be like her.....i would be nice to my kids....i wouldnt be a mean mom. never. but as i am getting older, i have come to realise why mom did some of the things she did. right now, i'm still learning to have an extra positive mindset when it comes to my parents, and to honour them in the way God wants me to. so here is some food for thought....take a read:
Mean Moms

All moms are mean for a reason. As we grow into adults we know why our moms were mean.
Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell them:
I loved you enough...to ask where you were going, with whom and what time you would be home.
I loved you enough...to insist that you save your money and buy a bike for yourself even though we could afford to buy one for you.
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 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.
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. Then, life was really tough!
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.