My kids have manners!
The Bear and I feel that while respect is something to be earned, it can also be a default setting in your everyday encounters. In short, be nice unless you’re given reason not to be.
We have raised the kids to be polite by modeling, and expecting them to follow suit. When ordering at restaurants, for example, we say, “May I please have…” and “Thank you”. This sometimes throws off the servers, who are more used to people yelling, demanding, or simply grunting at them, but I promise, it’s a good thing.
Our crew trained in martial arts through the black belt level, so “yes/no ma’am” and “yes/no sir” were commonly heard and used by them. Again, we model this as well. If an older person asks me a question in a store (this happens more often than you think), I answer with “ma’am” or “sir” out of deference.
However, the kids are now halfway out the door, and every once in a while, a parent has to wonder if the teachings with which they’ve raised their kids “stuck”.
This weekend, I was making breakfast for The Ambassador and the 4 other guys who seem to materialize whenever he comes home for the weekend. He was in the kitchen with me while I prepped. I tossed a dozen eggs in the blender with some cream, and was in the process of adding a hefty dose of vindaloo powder when the tip of the spoon caught the edge of the blender. *poof* It was like a cloud of vindaloo, up my nose, in my eyes, on my counter, everywhere except in the blender. (You can quit laughing aaaanytime, ya jerks.)
“Son of a BITCH!”
And my son answered…
Manners. He has ’em.