I’m a little … uptight about manners. In fact, I’m so uptight that I am, ironically, not very polite to my kids when they have less than stellar manners. Since I’m definitely a glass half empty kind of person when it comes to assessing my kids’ manners, my impolite calling them out happens fairly often. Basically, I am regularly an obnoxious scold because my kids aren’t unfailingly polite.
Hmmmmm. A case of the pot calling the kettle black. I’m working on it.
The good news is that although I have a tendency to focus on the negative when it comes to their behaviour, we hear great things about our boys when they go visiting friends or relatives. Practically every time they go somewhere, my parting words are, “Remember your manners, boys.” Usually, when they are returned to me, I hear a variation of , “The kids were great.” My Dad, who babysat the boys one long weekend recently and who would have no hesitation in telling me if the boys had misbehaved, said there wasn’t a single problem all weekend.
Hmmmmm. So that obviously can’t be true, but it was close enough to the truth I think he wanted to tell me: Nobody’s perfect, but these kids did their best, and I have no complaints.
Nobody’s perfect; no complaints. Perfectionist that I am, this is a middle ground I’d happily tread with no fear of hypocrisy or mediocrity.