We live in a time that at any given time at a retail store you will see or HEAR a child pitching a fit, because they did not get their way. It is such a pleasure to see kids with manners. The other day I was walking up to a door and a small boy of about 7 ran ahead and opened the door (for this OLD MAN). I said, “Well thank you young man!”
“You are welcome, sir.” was his retort. Wow, what a breath of fresh air. My mind goes back to our boys and their children. I am pushing my brain now, but I cannot think of a time we had a child pitch a ‘fit’ in public.
While sitting in a restaurant where I could see out the window I was observing Parents and children. I saw a mother dragging a crying 5-6 yr old by the arm as she yelled at the kid and the kid was screaming and yelling as they went to the car.
I had observed another young mother with a baby and two young boys as they left. The boys were dressed neat. The larger boy about 10 opened the door for his mom. The boys walked between the cars up to the drive and waited until their mom gave them permission to cross the drive to their car.
I will never forget the first ‘grandchild’ to enter our home. He came aboard with the new DIL. He was 4 or 5 . Cute little red haired kid with the perfect personality. Very well mannered. It wasn’t long until he had a little brother. When the little brother was born at Walter Reed, Corey and I went to McDonalds to celebrate . He couldn’t decide what he wanted, so I said, “Order one of everything, and we will eat them all!” At the time it was no big deal they didn’t have but about 7 or 8 things on the Breakfast menu. WE had a good time.
With Ben, the new grand son we three had a ball, it wasn’t long until there was trouble in paradise. The daughter in law left, taking the boys with no forwarding address. We heard nothing other than a card saying the boys were fine, each one postmarked from a different state. This went on for 3 years. I sat at my desk every day with my cassette recorder and talked to the boys not knowing if I would ever see them again.
On the 3 year mark, we had contact. In six months we were able to fly the boys out from Utah for the summer. I had to admit, no matter what I had thought of the DIL, the kids were the most mannerly boys I had seen in YEARS. What a joy to hug those boys, the last time I had seen the youngest he was 1 1/2, he was now 5, so he did not know us.
Maybe more on manners later.
The 55 Chevy above
The 58 Chevy Three years makes a difference.