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

(The following is taken from an Australian Neighbourhood Watch scheme)

MY MEAN MOTHER
I had the meanest mother in the world. While other kids had lollies for breakfast, I had to eat cereal, egg and toast. While other kids had cans of drink and crisps for lunch, I had to have a sandwich.
As you can guess, my dinner was different from other kids, too – as well as the food, we had to eat at a table and not in front of the television.
My mother also insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You’d think we were on a chain gang or something, she had to know who our friends were, where we were going, and she even told us what time we had to be home.
I am ashamed to admit it, but my mother actually had the nerve to break child labour laws. She made us work. We had to wash dishes make our beds, and even learn how to cook. The woman must have stayed awake at nights just thinking up things for us kids to do. She always insisted that we tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
By the time we were teenagers, our whole lives became even more unbearable. No tooting the car horn for girls in our family to come running. She embarrassed us by insisting that the boys came to the door to get us. She raised a bunch of squares.
None of us kids were ever arrested for shoplifting or busted for dope. And who do we have to thank for this? You’re right, our mean mother!
What our country needs is more mothers like mine.

Prayer: Pray for all mothers known to you in the difficult task of raising children in a godly way.

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