Excuse Me Where Are Your Manners

I am a fun Mom. Really, ask anyone. Ask my kids, my husband and my friends. I love having fun, pushing the routine from time to time and a good belly laugh makes my day. But when it comes down to manners even a fun Mom has to be shown a little respect.

I think it hit me when my kids started karate a few weeks ago and even Sensei Diana demanded a little respect. She would not accept yeah as a child’s answer when asked a question. She requested eye contact, a calm body and a proper hello and goodbye. I like Sensei Diana! Boy those kids listened, and listened happily. I decided then, and after a brief Facebook conversation I had with a few fellow Moms, to renew my quest for good manners. It’s always been important to me but somehow I had allowed it to slip a bit. Most days we are beyond please and thank you so I want to focus on the finer points of good manners.

Request number one, no more slang! I was an English major in college and nothing bothers me more (well, that’s a stretch but you get my point) than kids using slang before they even have the slightest grasp of the English language. Yeah, whatevs, barf, besties, ratted out, and my personal fave, ”Mom, don’t get in a huffy," all have to go. You may ask what I’m getting in a tizzy about but there is nothing more obnoxious than a 7 year old talking like a valley girl with her hand in your face and her eyes rolling so far back in her head you wonder if they will come back. So from now on every time my kids drop the slang bomb on me I will simply do what I do best, ignore them until they speak proper English.

Request number two, at least try to have a conversation with an adult that goes beyond a one word answer to their question of “how are you?” I tried a little role playing with the kids. I randomly went up to my five year old, stuck out my right hand to shake his and said, “Hello Tommy, how are you?” and of course he took my hand like a wet noodle, looked away and said the dreaded, “fine.” I sighed. Then I asked him to reverse the rolls so he could see the right way to answer someone. He noticed my firm handshake, my direct eye contact and my sharp yet kind answer of “I am well, how are you Tommy?” Suddenly this was easy and my daughter wanted a try. I told them to practice on Dad when he came home from work, then their Grandmother, neighbor and teachers. Maybe I will do a little spot check to see if they remember our manners training session.

Final manners request, for now anyway, is to get rid of the snotty tone. This is mainly for my daring daughter who is officially seven going on seventeen. I swear she is getting me ready for the tween and teen years with her high and mighty attitude. I found myself asking my own mother if I acted this way growing up. She confirms that I in fact did but always behind their backs on never to their face like my daughter does to me and my husband. Well sister, that all changes today. Back to the role paying technique because I wanted so badly to believe she was talking so rudely because she didn’t know how to speak firmly without being rude. I get that when you are mad it isn’t all roses and sunshine but darling daughter was about to get a lesson in tone. She was amazed that I could make one sentence sound so fierce in one breathe and respectful in another. I am very good at that.

All of these manner adjustments are works in progress that need constant attention and reinforcement but I am in for the long haul. And it’s going to be a long haul.