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Everyone has that moment etched in their mind.
The moment you said, “I do.”
The moment you heard the first cry from your son or daughter.
The moment you found out you were going to have a son or daughter.
The moment your first love broke up with you.
The moment you heard the words, “I’m sorry. It’s cancer.”
The moment your team wins the big game.
The moment your team loses the big game.
Moments that seem like just that; a moment. But the moments link together into memories that leave an indelible mark on your heart and soul.
Today, one of those moments happened for me.
Congratulations to my son, Grant Isaac Rodda, on his decision! Love you, son!
If you were to come into my home and listen in on some of our family conversations in the house, you would hear me getting onto my kids periodically for different things. Sometimes it has to do with the way they treat each other. Sometimes it has to do what they are saying about someone else.
But none of those even come close to the one thing I’m always all over them about. It’s a small thing really, but in the long run it’s a big thing. My wife might even tell you that I get onto them so quickly about manners that I sometimes fail to give them the chance to use them. Maybe so. But manners are a big deal to me.
This was only reinforced during my time in North Carolina. It seemed like every where we went, people were only too willing to extend a hand of common courtesy. Letting you pull into a space in front of them. Starting a conversation with you as if you had been friends since birth. The kindness to give us a free sweet tea, not because we ordered one, but because you were just extending a hand of good, old fashioned, southern hospitality.
Granted, some of these examples go beyond manners, but it starts with the basics, “Please,” and, “Thank you.”
I want to help my kids grow to be respectful and kind to people around them. I don’t want them thinking they are above treating people respectfully for the things they do for them. Some days my kids are really on the ball with manners. Other days I go to bed with a sore throat.
Still, being at the beach simply reinforced for me my stand on manners.
What do you think about manners?