I have always tried to teach my children manners. I was raised in the south and "Yes Sir and No Mam'" have always been breed into us. I tried a little harder with my own kids. I pushed things that weren't really pushed on me. I made my children always invite the kids that no one else would play with over.. to learn simpathy. We were talking about Nazi's and KKK issues way before they were old enough to understand to teach them that all people are created equal. We donated to the womens shelter and were secret santa's and took in homeless familys. I really and honestly thought that if I could just make my own 3 kids the kind of people to stand up, help out the needy, and voice opinions when everyone around you is wrong, I'd have done my job in this life. So... I learned a lesson of my own one day when my youngest son Andrew was 6. We were leaving a gas station as as normal he open and held the door for me. There was a lady walking towards the door and I gently reminded him to "Mind his manners" and he rolls his eyes a little and says, " I know Mom.. Hold the door for ladies." I'm not going to lie, I was super proud of him. Now.. this particular lady was unkept, kinda large, and dressed rather poor. As we walked away, my beautful son looks up at me with innocent big blue eyes, and asks.. "Mom, even the ugly ones?"
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