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When I was little, my parent’s bedroom held a poem titled A Mean Mother, that I often read, but never truly understood, until I became a mom myself. I would walk by this poem on a daily basis and pay it no attention until my mom gave me this poem when our first son was born. Today I happened to be reading it again and smiled with joy to realize that I am, in fact, “A Mean Mother”…
(Here I am with my mom when I was little & she was “mean”…)
FEEL FREE TO USE THIS POEM IN YOUR HOUSE… YOU CAN COPY, PRINT or SHARE:
You know, it takes a lot of hard work to raise your kids the right way. It really does. It takes courage to teach them and discipline them while loving them and comforting them. It takes patience to not yell and understanding to listen.
It can be hard to tell them no when we so desperately want to tell them, yes, but we are trying to teach them lessons or to have good values.
It is hard to not buy them things when we know that we can, but we want to teach them that they can not have everything that they want when they want it.
No… we give them great experiences and love instead. Pretty mean, right?
When we tell them that they have to play outside instead of sitting on an electronic device… pretty mean, right?
Or when we tell them that they have to come with us for a family-day instead of playing with friends… pretty mean, right?
When they don’t feel like going on a bike ride, but we tell them that’s the plan and we’re sticking to it … pretty mean, right?
Maybe we aren’t letting them walk outside without holding our hands…
We are just so MEAN… and what a wonderful thing to be mean for so many GOOD reasons. ♥
It’s hard to be “mean” and not do things for them. To teach them the value of self-pride and the art of communication. To teach them independence and hard work.
It is hard not to clean their room for them when you could do it in a minute, but instead you watch them work for 20 minutes on the same job.
Just remember that in everything that we do, and as “mean” as we are… we are always doing these things because we love them and we care about them. When our kids call us ‘mean’ (and they do) I just remind them that it is all because I love them…
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