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The Meanest Mother In the World

I had the meanest mother in the world! While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs, and toast. When others had coke and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can guess, my dinner was different from other kids as I had to eat vegetables and such.

My mother insisted on knowing where I was at all times. She had to know who my friends were and what we were doing. She insisted that if I told her I would be gone for an hour that I would be gone for an hour or less.

I'm ashamed to admit it, but she actually had the nerve to make us kids work. We had to wash dishes, make beds, and learn to cook. I believed she stayed awake at night thinking up things for me to do!

When it came time for Bible class and worship, my mother made sure we were there every time the doors were open. I never got to sleep in or go to the lake during church time like everybody else. We had to make certain we had our Bibles and were in class and pay attention. We weren't allowed to talk or pass notes or play like the other kids.

By the time I became a teenager, she had grown even meaner. She embarrassed me by making my dates come to the front door to pick me up. And while my friends were dating at the mature ages of twelve and thirteen, my old-fashioned mother refused to let me date until I was sixteen!

In spite of the harsh way I was raised, I've never been arrested. And all my brothers and sisters turned out okay, too. I guess we owe it all to our mean mother. She insisted that we grow up into God-fearing, honest, responsible adults. I'm so grateful that He gave me the meanest mother in the world! -- selected

For His Cause,
Tim Woodward