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 would 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 early 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 friends come to the door to get us. If I spent the night with a friend, can you imagine she checked on me to see if I were really there. I never had the chance to elope. 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.

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. 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 Allah, He gave me the MEANEST MOTHER IN THE WORLD.


Dear Fatwaz,

Thanks for the comment, yeah mothers are creatures we hardly understand their feelings, they always take good care of us and once we are young we hardly understand that affection and love, they never show their feelings instead they always smile just to keep us happy.

A friend of mine shared with me this story it really touched me and I thought of sharing it with you all. Sorry I forgot to show that it is been quoted from a friend.

God bless our mothers.

Warmest regards.


Thanks for sharing this. It made me smile. I had a "mean mother" like this, too. Blessings on all such mean mothers of this type.


K-lee Starland, Ph.D.

Dear Starland,

Thanks for spending sometime to read ma post, ma friend you are lucky to have a mean mother. I had the meanest mother too but as a kid i couldn't understand that, once an aunt of mine asked mammy to send some of the kids to stay with her she was moving to the states to stay, mammy refused to do so but we were angry as there was civil war n things were not good back home, asking mom why she refused she said she doesn't want to send us away, years passed we grew up things were getting better and better this time, i went to university i met a very kind young lady we became friends that we can share the slightest thing, she told me how she came to stay with her aunt and how life has changed ever since she left home, she told me she left school while she was in form2 n never gone back to studies, her aunt promised that they will move to stay in Europe and will educate her, she does the house chores all day and night, she even picks her cousins from school yet receives little appreciation for whatever she does, mostly i used to spend the weekend with her at least to easy the pain and talk to her, every time we meet and talk tears used to fall from my eyes. That is when i came to realize why mammy refused to let us go, i was so afraid i might die before i tell my mom how sorry i was for not understanding her, when i came back home i bent down and said mammy i am so sorry 4 not getting you sorry for not understanding you and so sorry for asking you all those questions now i know why you wont let us go away and far from you she smiled back to me and said my child its ok am happy that you understood.

Am grateful to have the meanest mother.

God bless her abundantly


Your story reminded me of my father who was unbearable. He has been gone for over twenty years, and I am thankful ever day for the unbearable lessons that have gone into the ingredients that came to be the me that I am today. Thank you for the reminder and the friend request.

Dear Maryan: I also have mean mother and I am very blessed by God to have mother who is mean.I love her.Thank you for reminding me my childhood. Asma Ejaz Asian University for Women

You almost got me with that one until i got to the end where you thank her for actually being mean to you :)

Such women are becoming rarer and rarer. And we should try to emulate them more. I've always stuck by the theory that a mother should not be your friend but a mentor. She can be you're friend after you move out of the house and realise that all the while you thought she was mean, she was actually preparing you for the harsh world.

It was a good read.



Dear Nyambura,

Thanks for taking sometime to read ma post. That is right such mothers are becoming rare and rare, lucky those who still have them,

God bless our mothers abondantly.

Regards. Maria

This made me cry. Thank you for reassuring me that I'm doing the best for my daughter as her "mean" mother. One day she'll know it's because I love her most, although today she thinks it's because I don't love her al all.

For all of life is like that race with ups and downs and all. And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall. “Quit! Give up! You’re beaten!” They still shout in my face. But another voice within me says “GET UP AND WIN THE RACE!” DH Groberg

Dear Laughterlove,

That is rght ma dear and she will definetly know that you loved her the most and that is why you were doing what you are doing now.

Regards. Maria