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The four children were afraid of their mother – as adults they only had one thing to say to her

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Sometimes children tend to get to upset with their parents for pushing them through difficult times which is not at all pleasing. They start to judge their parents, but only until they become parents and realise the reasons for their parent’s behaviour.

This is a letter written by a grown up daughter about her mother and it is an eye opener. Read the story to know more:

“I had the meanest mother in the world. While other children were allowed to eat sweet stuff for breakfast, I was forced to eat porridge, eggs and toast.

When other kids bought soft drinks and candy, I had to eat a sandwich that she packed for me. As you can imagine, I wasn’t very happy at dinner time. There was only one thought that made me feel better: I wasn’t alone. My sister and my two brothers all had the same awful mother as I did.

When we went out to play, we had to let her know exactly when we would be home and we weren’t allowed to be a minute late. She forced us to wear clean clothes and to have a bath every day while other kids got to wear the same clothes for days. The other kids laughed at us because we wore homemade clothes to save money.

But that wasn’t all! She always expected strict discipline. Even when we stayed up past 9 pm, we still had to get up the next morning at 8 am.

We had to learn how to do the dishes, make our beds, cook and do other difficult things. Sometimes I imagined her lying awake at night while she thought up more horrible things for us to do the next day.

She made us tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, even when the truth wasn’t pretty.

Time went by but our lives didn’t get better. We couldn’t lie in bed and pretend to be sick so we didn’t have to go to school like other kids did.

When our friends were allowed to stay home from school because of a little scratch, we still had to go and get the best grades possible. Our mother always demanded that we do our best in everything.

And so it continued, year after year. In school we were constantly the butt of jokes, but we just ignored them. Even after we finished school we weren’t allowed any peace. My mother had done something really terrible and results spoke for themselves: two of us went on to university and none of us ever had a problem with the law. There’s only one person responsible for the people we’ve become: our heartless mother.

We weren’t allowed to do a lot of the fun and interesting things our friends got to do. But that made us decent, honest people.

Now I’m trying to provide my children with the same experience, and when they say that I’m ‘mean’ I feel a certain sense of pride. I smile because I’m happy that I had the meanest mother in the world!”

What do you think about this kind of parenting?

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