Did You Have the Meanest Mother in the World When You Were Growing Up?

Best Mother in the Whole Wide World: Billie Carr with daughter, Gina Carr

My beautiful, wonderful mom, Billie Carr, and me. This was taken at one of her world-famous Christmas family gatherings. What fun we always have!

I’m one of the lucky ones.  I didn’t have the meanest mother in the world; I had the BEST mother in the world.  My mother has had a significant influence in my life.  She has such strength, grace, ingenuity, resourcefulness, compassion, and love for her family and friends.  And, I think she is secretly powered by the Energizer Bunny.  I am a very grateful daughter.

The following column was an annual feature in the May editions of the community magazines I co-founded:  The TowneLaker, Sixes Living, and others in the Around Town Community Magazine chain.  I just love it.  Tell us about your MEAN MOM in the comments and share a picture on my Facebook wall at www.facebook.com/ginacarr.


The Meanest Mother in the World © 1967 by Bobbie Pingaro*

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’d 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 eight the 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 dates and friends come to the door to get us. If I spent the night with a girlfriend, can you imagine she checked on me to see if I were really there. I never had the chance to elope to Mexico. 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 until the age of 15 and 16. Fifteen, that is, if you dated only to go to a school function. And that was maybe twice a year.

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. Each of my brothers served his time in the service of this country. 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 God, He gave me the meanest mother in the whole world.

Written by Bobbie Pingaro  ©1967

*This was written by Bobbie Pingaro in 1967.  It was first published in the Our Sunday Visitor, a Catholic weekly newspaper and again in Guideposts, a magazine by Dr. Norman Vincent Peale.  It has a copyright.  Bobbie allows reprints by non-profits with the appropriate copyright and author acknowledgments.


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Gina Carr is an Entrepreneur, Speaker and Marketing Consultant who works with entrepreneurs and authors to leverage social media marketing for publicity, profits and success. Combining her street-smarts learned as a publisher and small business owner with her book-smarts learned at the Harvard Business School (MBA 1990) and Georgia Tech (BIE 1984), Gina helps business owners turn great ideas into profitable money-making machines. Known around the world as The Tribe Builder, Gina helps passionate people build powerful tribes of raving fans for their business or non-profit organization. Get connected with Gina atwww.tribebuildingtips.com and www.ginacarr.com..

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  1. Gina this post really touch my heart. It’s true what Bobbie wrote and could seems the usual mother day posts, but it is the thing I feel about my mom, something I’m proud of, like Bobbie.

  2. Gina

    Sounds like you had a terrible mom. LOL!! You are lucky to have someone who cared so much and made you follow through.

    • Gina Carr Gina Carr says:

      Yes, I had a “terrible” mom. The article was written about someone else. However, my mom did a lot of those things, too. Yes, I am VERY lucky indeed.

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