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Apr 18 2008

Posted by under Feel Good

MEAN MOMS !!!

Thank God for a MeanMom!!!

Mean Moms

Someday when my children are old enough to
understand the logic that motivates a parent,
I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me:
I loved you enough to ask where you were going,
with whom, and what time you would be home.

I loved you enough to be silent and let you
discover that your new best friend was a creep.

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.

We were ashamed to admit it,
but she had the nerve to break
the Child Labor Laws by making us work.


We had to wash the dishes, make the beds,
learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry,
empty the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs.
I think she would lie awake at night
thinking of more things for us to do.

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
and had eyes in the back of her head.
Then, life was really tough!

Mother wouldn’t let our friends just honk
the horn when they drove up
They had to come up to the door
so she could meet them.


While everyone else could date
when they were 12 or 13,  
we had to wait until we were 16.

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!

PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE MEAN MOTHERS YOU KNOW.

(And Their Kids)

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Apr 14 2008

Posted by under Feel Good

A Keeper

 

A Keeper


Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, work shirt and a hat; and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other.  It was the time for fixing things: a curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep.


It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy.  All that re-fixing, re-heating leftovers, renewing; I wanted just once to be wasteful.  Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there’d always be more.


But when my mother died, and I was standing in that clear morning light in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn’t any more.

Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away…never to return. So… While we have it, it’s best we love it… And care for it… And fix it when it’s broken… And heal it when it’s sick.

                      

This is true: For marriage… And old cars… And children with bad report cards… Dogs and cats with bad hips… And aging parents… And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep, like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with.

There are just some things that make life important,

like people we know who are special… And so, we keep them close!

I received this from someone who thinks I am a ‘keeper,’ so I’ve sent it to the people I think of in the same way… Now it’s your turn to send this to those people that are "keepers" in your life.  Good friends are like stars… You don’t always see them, but you know they are always there!

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Apr 12 2008

Posted by under Feel Good

Heart


Never take someone for granted
Hold every person close to your heart
because you might wake up one day
And realize that you’ve lost a diamond
while you were too busy collecting stones
.

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Apr 08 2008

Posted by under Feel Good

Pets and Babies

Please save this for the next time you hear someone say: They have to get rid of their pet when they have a baby.

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
Have A Great Day
Within the heart of every stray
Lies the singular desire to be loved.

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