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What lessons do you hope to instill in your kids?
Courtesy and respect are the two most uppermost in my mind at the moment.
I’ve always taught my boys to be respectful and to put themselves in other people’s shoes, but here lately, Dude has been rather … self-serving.
I don’t know if it’s because he’s a teenager and teenagers just naturally think the world revolves around them, or if he honestly doesn’t know, or care (!), about being rude to others, but he insists on putting himself first.
Case in point:
We were at my nephew’s graduation party. And my sister-in-law and her family? Know a TON of people. They are very active in the homeschool community as well as with their church community and to say these people don’t know a stranger would be, well, accurate.
They know everyone. (It’s weird being out with them. Everyone stops to say hello to at least one of them).
Anyway, it was raining. Not storming, just a steady, heavy downpour. We hadn’t planned on staying very long because we knew their house would be crowded (boy, was it), and we wouldn’t know anyone there other than family (which we didn’t) and we didn’t want to get in anyone’s way and/or feel like the weirdos standing by themselves in the corner (which we were and did).
So, we congratulated my nephew, dropped off his card and were on our way out the door when we encountered a young woman carting a baby around in a car seat/baby carrier.
I opened the door for her and stood aside so she could enter smoothly and not have to stand out in the rain any longer than she needed to.
And my two boys (because Jazz is just as guilty), followed me out and in fact, had to squeeze past me and the woman with the baby, in order to exit the house.
I was so embarrassed that my two boys either didn’t KNOW not to step back and allow this poor woman by or didn’t CARE enough to step aside and allow the poor woman past.
I gave the woman an apologetic smile and we all sprinted to our car through the rain. As soon as we were in the car, I let the boys have it.
I gave them a pretty long lecture about respecting other people, women and ESPECIALLY a woman with her hands full of baby.
I thought they were so selfish and I was embarrassed that they behaved like five year olds instead of respectful, and mature, young men.
Jazz has gotten better about allowing people to pass him whenever the occasion arises, but Dude is still as selfish and clueless as ever. He has literally jostled me aside to get into the door first and each time this happens, believe you me, he hears about it.
The little stinker.
I haven’t decided if Dude just doesn’t think about it (which presents it’s own set of problems) or if he’s just so competitive that he subconsciously can’t stand the thought of anyone getting somewhere first before him.
I’m sort of leaning toward the competitive excuse because it seems to bother him when people pass him on the road, too.
There’s competitive, and then there’s rude. Either way, we have some work to do.