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Thank you Mom!!

May 12, 2007


In honor of all our mothers I would like to share the following with you from the Tabitha’s Heart and Hands Newsletter. If you would be interested in receiving the newsletter, you may sign up on the Tabitha’s Heart & Hands website I wish you all a Happy Mother’s Day.


The Meanest Mother In The World

I had the meanest mother in the whole world. While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs or toast. When others had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can guess, my supper was different than the other kids’ also.

But at least, I wasn’t alone in my sufferings. My sister and two brothers had the same mean mother as I did.

My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times. You’d think we were on a chain gang. She had to know who our friends were and where we were going. She insisted if we said we’d be gone an hour, that we be gone one hour or less–not one hour and one minute. I am nearly ashamed to admit it, but she actually struck us. Not once, but each time we had a mind of our own and did as we pleased. That poor belt was used more on our seats than it was to hold up Daddy’s pants. Can you imagine someone actually hitting a child just because he disobeyed? Now you can begin to see how mean she really was.

We had to wear clean clothes and take a bath. The other kids always wore their clothes for days. We reached the height of insults because she made our clothes herself, just to save money. Why, oh why, did we have to have a mother who made us feel different from our friends?

The worst is yet to come. We had to be in bed by nine each night and up at eight the next morning. We couldn’t sleep till noon like our friends. So while they slept-my mother actually had the nerve to break the child-labor law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, make beds, learn to cook and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she laid awake at night thinking up mean things to do to us.

She always insisted upon us telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, even if it killed us- and it nearly did.

By the time we were teen-agers, she was much wiser, and our life became even more unbearable. None of this tooting the horn of a car for us to come running. She embarrassed us to no end by making our dates and friends come to the door to get us. If I spent the night with a girlfriend, can you imagine she checked on me to see if I were really there. I never had the chance to elope to Mexico. That is if I’d had a boyfriend to elope with. I forgot to mention, while my friends were dating at the mature age of 12 and 13, my old fashioned mother refused to let me date until the age of 15 and 16. Fifteen, that is, if you dated only to go to a school function. And that was maybe twice a year.

Through the years, things didn’t improve a bit. We could not lie in bed, “sick” like our friends did, and miss school. If our friends had a toe ache, a hang nail or serious ailment, they could stay home from school. Our marks in school had to be up to par. Our friends’ report cards had beautiful colors on them, black for passing, red for failing. My mother being as different as she was, would settle for nothing less than ugly black marks.

As the years rolled by, first one and then the other of us was put to shame. We were graduated from high school. With our mother behind us, talking, hitting and demanding respect, none of us was allowed the pleasure of being a drop-out.

My mother was a complete failure as a mother. Out of four children, a couple of us attained some higher education. None of us have ever been arrested, divorced or beaten his mate. Each of my brothers served his time in the service of this country. And whom do we have to blame for the terrible way we turned out? You’re right, our mean mother. Look at the things we missed. We never got to march in a protest parade, nor to take part in a riot, burn draft cards, and a million and one other things that our friends did. She forced us to grow up into God-fearing, educated, honest adults.

Using this as a background, I am trying to raise my three children. I stand a little taller and I am filled with pride when my children call me mean. Because, you see, I thank God, He gave me the meanest mother in the whole world.

Bobbie Pingaro ©1967

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Mother’s Day in the Bible

How much do you know about Bible mothers? Can you name the mother to each of these famous Bible characters?? If you get stumped, you can check the comments section for some hints. If you are still stumped, email me and I will send you the answers. Happy hunting. And Happy Mother’s Day!

1. Joseph

2. Timothy

3. Obed

4. Solomon

5. John the Baptist

6. Moses

7. Mark (John Mark)

8. Samuel

9. Jesus

10. Jacob

11. James

12. Isaac

13. Cain & Abel

5 Comments leave one →
  1. Tabitha permalink
    May 12, 2007 10:08 am

    Hints

    Read the following Bible verses to discover the answers. Hints are in the order they appear in the Bible, but not necessarily the order they would be answers for the puzzle.

    Genesis 4:1
    Genesis 21:3
    Genesis 25:21-28
    Genesis 30:22-24
    Exodus 6:20
    Ruth 4:13
    1 Samuel 1:20
    2 Sam 12:24
    Matthew 1:16
    Matthew27:56
    Luke 1:57-60
    Acts 12:12
    2 Timothy 1:5

  2. Lindy permalink
    May 12, 2007 10:38 am

    Such a good idea for a quiz! I know most of them. It’s nice to be on a group with other believers!

  3. Amy permalink
    May 13, 2007 6:38 pm

    I have to laugh at your mean mom story. For years I’ve told my kids that “Mom” is actually an acronym for “Mean Old Mom”!

    Have a great Mother’s Day.

  4. Cactusneedles permalink
    May 17, 2007 6:40 pm

    Hi Tabitha, you’ve been tagged. :)

  5. Sarah permalink
    May 19, 2007 4:22 am

    Thanks for stopping by during my sparkly pink sock dilemma. I needed something mindless, so I think I’m going to stick with the plain Jane for now. But the pattern you linked is super cute, and my LYS just got in panda cotton. Talk about timing!

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