He decided to look for a banana peanut butter muffin recipe. So instead of searching the internet, we dug out my old cookbooks. When I say "my old cookbooks" I really mean my mom & her mother's. There is also a tin in there with articles & recipes from the newspaper.
One article was a Ann Landers column about The Worlds Meanest Mom. It was cut out by my late grandmother.
Well, we got quite a kick out of it. You see, I pride myself on being "The Worlds Meanest Mom." I used to tell my kids all the time that I was the worlds meanest mom and I wasn't going to change. Apparently I took my parenting skills from this article.
Here you can read for yourself.
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' dinners, too.
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.
By the time we were teenagers, our life became even more unbearable. None of this tooting the car horn for us to come running; she embarrassed us to 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.
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 needs more mean mothers like mine.
As my son read through he kept saying "yep that's you, OMG that you!!" LOL
It's hard sometimes, very hard. But if it helps make my kids adults I'd want to be friends with, I'll keep at it!