"My Mean Parents"

I had the meanest parents in the whole world! While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs, and toast. When other kids had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich.

My parents insisted on knowing where I was all the time. I felt like I was on a chain gang. They had to know who my friends were and what I was doing. They insisted that if I would be gone for an hour, that I was gone for an hour or less.

I’m ashamed to admit it, but they actually had the nerve to break the child labor law. They made me work. I had to help them do chores in the house and outside in the yard. You know, things like make my bed and rake the leaves – all sorts of odd things. I think they’d actually lay awake at night thinking of mean things to do to me. And when I became a teenager, it was worse. They’d make me bring my friends and dates to the door so they could meet them. How humiliating!

My friends were lucky. They got to date at the mature age of 12 or 13, but my old-fashioned parents refused to let me date until I was 16.

My Mom and Dad were complete failures as parents. I was never arrested, never got into fights, never talked back to a teacher, and never got kicked out of school. I got along with everybody. And who do I have to thank for this terrible way I turned out? My Mean Parents. They made me grow into a God fearing, educated, honest adult.

(Thank you, Lord, for giving me the “meanest” parents on earth. They saved me much heartache and pain. They saved my life.)

“Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old, he will not depart from it.” Proverbs 22:6

Ronnie West