When it comes to children, I am very particular about manners.
I insist that they call all adults Miss or Mr. I want to KNOW that my children pass out plenty of “please-s” and “thank-yous” and “yes,ma’ams/sirs” etc. That when they leave, people whisper amongst themselves about those well-mannered Karla-and-Sean’s-children.
Not because I want any glory or such. I just want my children to be respectful, polite, courteous and thoughtful; four things that are, unfortunately, SERIOUSLY lacking in a majority of children in our society.
Living in the South, I should have known that one day, I would be on the receiving end of such respect. I just wasn’t prepared for that day and what a hoot it would be…
As you may know, I wait tables a few days a week. We’ve recently hired several 18 year old boys. They are polite. They are conscientious. It’s been a refreshing change from those they replaced.
For weeks, we have worked together without incident.
But recently, things took a change.
Somehow, something in a conversation led them to ask how old I was (maybe the 4th child I am expecting). When I told them, their jaws all HIT THE FLOOR — oh, how I relished that response! It will be forever ingrained in my mind. They were flabbergasted! No way! Ages like 25 and 26 were flying out of their mouths.
It was Heaven!
However, now, being the polite, Southern boys that they are, they no longer call me “Karla” but “Miss Karla”.
Maybe manners are over-rated…