Just plain ole' no-way-around-it guilty.
See...I have a problem. And it's a big problem.
The problem is that I have good kids.
Whatchu' talkin' 'bout, Willis?
No, I'm serious. I have good kids. Actually really good kids. And it has become a problem. Because I've started to become highly proud of them and have become actually very pompous. I might as well smear Grey Poupon on their cheeks and serve them with silver platters.
We know people whose children run their households. Whose children aren't required to say their Yes, Ma'am's and meet their mamas in the kitchen with pleases and thank yous. Children who are bullies. And children who are disrespectful. And mamas and daddies that turn their heads and call it a phase.
And Kirk and I lie in bed at night and discuss them.
Oh, our kids would NEVER act like that.
Our children are at least respectful of the rules.
At least our kids are good in public.
Can you believe so-and-so let their kid say such-and-such?
If one of ours said what so-and-so said, we'd tear them up until next Tuesday.
And then we'd go on our merry way pompously being so proud of our offspring. Proud of their manners and their respect for other adults. VERY proud of our ability to make them mind. And maybe more proud of the fact that if we had issues at home with us, that our kids were labeled as the "good ones" in most social scenarios. It feels good to have your kids bragged on....and we soaked up.
And then the children came home from their weekend at grandma's. And Kirk delivered the news that they were nothing short of hellions while there. Bossing grandma around. Being rude. Not a "Yes, Ma'am" or "No, Ma'am" in sight.
The husband was out in the deer woods.....leaving the children on their own to maintain their manners.
AND THEY COULDN'T HANDLE IT.
And I was horrified. Mortified, really. Because I thought we had it all together. I have spent hours mulling over the perfection of my children's abilities to obey and be respectful.
And to find out that they really can't and aren't...is, well, devastating.
Because I thought we were getting to a point where we had them trained. That being respectful was just part of who they were.
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