There are two kinds of "mean" when it comes to being a mom.
There's the good kind, or at least what I'd call the good kind. I'm a "mean" mom to my kids (in their eyes, anyway!) when I don't let them play video games on weekdays. Or, say, when I make them pack healthy snacks for school all but once a week. When I make them go outside to play when they'd strongly prefer to be inside. When I discipline them for misbehaviour, even when they're convinced they don't deserve it. You know the stuff I'm talking about.
Fine. That kind of "mean mom" I'm willing to be - even the kind I feel I should be if I'm going to fulfill my end of this parenting gig with diligence.
Then there's the other kind. The kind when I'm simply, in fact, mean. Actually mean, not just theoretically. No bigger picture, no silver lining.Read More