The husband and I have always been sticklers for manners.
My Mum always reinforced to my siblings and myself how important it is to be polite, respectful. The husband's parents never really did as far as he can remember. Nevertheless, long before we even considered trying to conceive with Harry, in fact very soon after we met, we both agreed that it was one of the key things that we would teach any possible future children.
Even in our day-to-day lives with each other we always say "Please" and "Thank you", unless of course we are mid-row then some rather less pleasing language may crop up. Despite generally not being swearers either!
A couple of nights ago I lost my temper with Harry. It had been a long, full on stressful day. I know that is no excuse yet for some reason I feel I have to justify it to you all. *points at you all*
So anyway, when I
shouted at told Harry to "Just put your pajamas on for crying out loud, it's late!" he sweetly retorted with "But Mummy you didn't say please...". I think that is One nil to Harry?
Fast forward to today and we decided to treat Harry. He has asked for flashing trainers for an age (also happens to now need new ones anyway; is only boys who grow and scuff SO quickly?!), he needs new nursery shoes (see previous question), he has also asked for Hot Wheels (first thing he goes to when we visit my Auntie's house). So off we went to The Mall (sat on the top deck of the bus of course!). We purchased all requested items, plus a KFC lunch and some cheap toy. We had a really lovely afternoon, together as a family, smiling and laughing. Some thing we have done a lot of this last week which I've really appreciated. It's no secret I have been struggling in recent weeks, well pretty much since Christmas/New Year.
As my good friend Jen of Instinctive Mum said in her recent post, sometimes time out is needed.
Yet this isn't about today; not really. Every time we bought Harry some thing, he said "Thank you Mummy, Thank you Daddy!". When we got off each bus, he said "Thank you driver." With each request was followed with a "Please" and a couple of total strangers remarked on his manners.
Later, as we had cuddles before bed time he said "Mummy... " *thinks here comes a delay tactic* "Thank you very much for a very lovely day."
I am not ashamed to admit, it made me beam with pride. The whole manners thing.
Manners. They may only be words. Small words at that but they mean so much.