My daughter told me last night that I was the meanest Mom. She was joking with me, of course. At least I hope she was.
Yes, she was. We were talking about how horrible I was, as she and her siblings stood up in the back seat, no seat belts and no car seats. (now before all the mothers unite to tar and feather me.... they didn't have seat belts in cars when my kids were little). Guess she doesn't remember my yelling at them to sit down. But she went on about how they could have been mere missiles had any one crashed into us.
And then she went on into the days of our pickups. Just sit down and hang on, she said was all the instructions they got. That they would be bounced all over the pickup as we went down the country roads. That had she fell out it couldn't have been any worse than bumping against the spare tire and wheel wells. She doesn't mention that her siblings were there with her and if I recall right, she had to sit between two of them, much to their disgust, as they thought she should fend for herself, like they had to. Also, funny, I remember being in the back with them. And we sang songs, that is when we weren't yelling at my husband to at least miss some of the bumps and pot holes.
And then there was the fighting over who got to sit near the windows. And general yelling and stuff that kids do. And many, many times we sat on the side of the road. No, we weren't having car trouble. I was having kid trouble. I refuse to drive another mile until it was quiet in the car. Also I remember this sweet darling who was complaining about me, who I dearly love.... when she said her stomach was hot, well, you never saw a station wagon find a way across 4 lanes of traffic in such a hurry. And the mother jump out of the car, open the back door and almost throwing my darling daughter out. Because a hot stomach meant I had exactly 40 seconds to get her out of the car, or it was upchuck time.
Yep, I was the most horrible mom... I am sure the rest of them can fill you in on other horrible times in their lives. When I wanted to know exactly where they were. Who they were with. And made sure they were. And made them eat the meals, of veggies, salads, and meats. Made them wash their hands and do chores. Yep, I was Mom the ogre.
Bloomin' Beautiful
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Hey dear gal! I must've inherited a little of you somewhere along the way. My kids now think I'm nuts, but, before they thought I MEAN.... This past weekend I spent alot of time with my oldest's very best girlfriend, now 20 and a mother of a 6 month old. She shared many stories of how I would check in and up on them unannounced, I insisted on smelling their breath when I suspected they were up to no good drinking alcohol at 17...She actually thanked me and UNDERSTANDs me now. There's a few of us meanies still in the world. Thank heavens for that! I knew as I walked with 'our' friend that I made a differance in her life, much like you made a differance in mine years ago.
Love ya!
Oh Yes, how I remember these times, I unlike my sister enjoyed and miss the days that you could ride in the back of a pick up truck through the country side, seeing all the wild life, and the beautiful land scape of mother earth. The camping trips riding in the back with all our bikes and camping stuff, sleeping in sleeping bags under the truck. You miss so much with the lucture campers of now days, I myself use a Tipi. I remember holding my little sister next to me going down the road, I remember my mom sitting with us talking and singing. Not like now days with the silence or words with no one really talking, video games, DVD players in the car, or CD players and earphones. Just like me, my daughter gets exited to ride in the back of the truck (don't worry JC, it is only to move the truck and very slow, LOL) I also remember the warm stomic thing, as I was one of the victums of dad not pulling over fast enough. The first time my daughter told me that her stomic was warm, I pulled over, stopping my rig on a dime I had her seat belt off and out of the rig in less than 40 seconeds.
Anyways, the best memories and most fun I ever had in my childhood was with my mom (who had her faults like the rest), and my dad (Marvin). Considering the hell I went through with my blood father, I AM SO THANKFUL FOR MY MEAN MOM, and all the good memories she gave me, and all the life lessons that made me the women I am today. Lots of Love Chey
Hi, You were kind to your kids while taking them in the back of the truck. I used to say
"Sit down, SHUT UP and hang on."
Frankly, I feel for the children of today, they don't have nearly as much fun as I did or my 3 sons. I understand seat belts for animals will soon be a legal requirement in some states. One thing about living just north of Palomas, MX, we don't have all those laws and regulations or we don't obey them. We say: "Quien sabe" or "No hablo Ingles". de la viva
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