I've seen the day I thought her mean.
I use to think she'd never know
How I was always the only one
Who had to tell her where we'd go.

She made me eat and made me wash.
I had to be in bed by nine.
I had to be polite to others.
How mean she was, this mother of mine.

It didn't matter. I still loved her.
But, to this day, I love her more.
For now, I'm the meanest mother
And I can appreciate her more.