I don’t know about ya’ll, but Aubrey gets stuck on a book for months before she’ll let me read her a new one at bedtime. It’s been The Bernstein Bears Learn Their Manners since about June now, and honestly, I’d like to take Mama Bear’s Politeness Plan and run over it with my car.
I find it funny that I am so irritated with a book that has such a good message, especially when I’ve used it to teach Aubrey some semblance of manners (thank God she hasn’t really picked up on my road rage yet). I’m sure part of it is that my brain is more developed than my 2-yr-old’s, and part of it is that I am a typical, busy, working American mom. Unfortunately, the busyness of my life is something that I haven’t managed to completely compartmentalize. It oozes into other parts of my life, and where it’s okay to rush to 7-11, swipe my credit card and fill my gas tank in 5 minutes with no human interaction, it’s a different story when people and my to-do list collide.
Recent events have brought to light what we probably knew all along- that people are rude, they will do and say what they want, and feel completely justified in their hissy fits if things don’t go the way they want. From Kanye West’s now infamous rant during Taylor Swift’s stolen moment at the MTV Video Music Awards, to Joe Wilson disrespecting the highest office in our country to the disgruntled Walmart customer, we want what we want, we want it now, and we are entitled to it, dang it!
With role models like these out there, it is up to us as parents to show our children not only the proper way to behave, but the right way of seeing people. If we are Christians, we have an added responsibility to not only see people as people, but to see people as beloved children of God.
Part of the problem is our culture and the way that convenient consumerism has enhanced our productivity while tearing down our relationships, and part of the problem, for me at least, is that I am just so darn impatient! Do I really need to honk my horn as much as I do? I blame the way I drive on the fact that I learned to drive in Mexico City (quick stats: population 30 million, time it takes to drive from one end of the city to another: 2 hours and 45 minutes… you have to be cutthroat on the road or you’re done for), but honestly, that is no excuse, because now I live in Yukon, Oklahoma where the busiest intersection is only that way because it is a major truck stop off of I-40.
I have this mindset when I’m driving that everyone else is an idiot, that they don’t see me or that they should know that people who want to speed (er…ahem…like me) NEED that left lane, so if you are going to go the speed limit, MOVE OVER! It’s like me against everyone else, it’s a fight, it’s a race to get to where I need to be. Add a squealing toddler to the backseat (I want juice! I want my book! I want everything that is too far away for Mommy to safely reach back, grab and hand to me! And if she DOES take the risk, I will throw all those cheerios to the ground because I.WANT.A.SUCKER!!! Waaaaahhhh!) and it makes for one nervous wreck of a mother. My lack of civility on the road robs me of time I could be interacting with Aubrey, singing songs, or enjoying the journey instead of taking the destination for granted. Maybe the Cheerios in my hair wouldn’t piss me off so much if I was paying more attention to what my daughter needed than checking as many things off my list in the shortest amount of time possible.
Now that you think I’m officially the Worst Mother Ever, may I present a redeeming quality? I want to be better. I want Aubrey to see what I do and mimick it and have people comment on what a little lady she is. I want more observations from daycare like I got the other day: “Aubrey is so polite. She always says ‘please’ and ‘thank-you’”. That was awesome to read, and I know that I must be doing something right when I see things like that. We do always make her say please if she wants something, and thank-you after we give it to her, but I want the lessons to go beyond her being able to get what she wants with magic words.
Do we only say please and thank-you because we want something? Because we want people to think we are a certain way? Or do we do it out of sincerity, out of the understanding of The Golden Rule? It’s probably a little bit of both, but I think it has more to do with respect than anything. Ryan and I realized one day that we never said those things to each other and that Aubrey was going to start picking up on it, so we made it a point to be more polite to each other. While it was something we started for Aubrey, it turned into true appreciation for what the other did and ended up enhancing our relationship.
How do we go against the grain of incivility in our culture? How do we teach our children to “mind their manners”? If you’ve been paying attention at all, you’ll be able to answer along with me that it will only get through if we become living examples for those little eyes and ears. I could give you a list of things kid should do to be polite, but you probably know them all.
The best way to teach our children how to be polite, functioning members of society is to be that ourselves. We must be polite to our spouses, our parents, our children, their teachers, and most especially strangers. Don’t discriminate. Everyone deserves to be treated like a decent human being, and as Christians we don’t get the luxury of writing someone off because we don’t like them. We don’t have to be best pals, but we are to see them rightly- as someone that Christ loves and died for just as much as He did for you. With eternity in mind, how can we not try to be a little more civil to those around us?
I was recently reading Michelle Duggar’s blog and admired the way she gets her kids to be the best that they are- through praise! It seems that by praising them when they do something right and taking the time to see and recognize those things works better than always telling them “no”. That woman has 18 perfectly behaved children, and she hasn’t lost her mind, so I am going to try out her method with Aubrey and see how it works. It’s so easy to tear down and let ourselves be torn down (we do it to ourselves most of the time), that I can really see how positive reinforcement would be more effective with kids.
Finally, we need to pray for our children. There are so many things I worry about with Aubrey that if I let myself dwell on them all, I’d lock us all in the house and consider releasing her into the real world when she’s 35. I can’t protect her from people’s rudeness, and even if I banned MTV from our house, she’d probably find some sort of pop star to look up to. What I can do is give her tools to combat the rudeness (pray for them, perhaps?) and establish steady role models that she’ll really respect (hopefully her father and I will fall into that category).
Live it out for them to see, praise their efforts and pray for them. In this world of “me, me, me” and “now, now, now”, it seems to be the best way to approach raising little ladies and gentlemen. What about you? Do you have any fun ways you taught your kids manners? What did they respond to?
For now, I suppose I’ll spare The Bernstein Bears their destruction by Versa for a few more days. After all, Mama Bear has been around a lot longer than I have… she must know a thing or two.