I received this email from a friend this morning.
We are part of a little club we like to call "The Mean Moms", don't say OH your not mean.....We Love our Title & we are PROUD of it! I am not here to be my children's friends, I love them dearly but teaching them right from wrong is my primary job! If we can be friends later in life that is GREAT but I am their Mother first & foremost. If they make a mistake THEY need to face the consequences, I will not bail them out of trouble. I can help them think through the possible avenues however just as the choice is theirs, the outcome is also theirs!
PARENTS WHO DRUGGED US!!
The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question, ''Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?
''I replied, I had a drug problem when I was young. I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the "woodshed" when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity. I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and cockle-burs out of dad's fields. I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, carry in stuff from a car and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the "woodshed."
Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior, in everything I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place.
~author unknown~
God bless the parents who drugged us.
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