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Thursday, January 24, 2013

Are Manners a Thing of the Past?

Manners Are A Must

So you can't figure out why your kid talks back, doesn't seem to be able to want to follow directions, won't go to sleep at night, and makes everything into a battle. Your sweet child has just asked for a glass of milk in the middle of dinner without saying please and demanded that you wash out his cup first. And you do it without saying a word!

It's time to beef up your manners. And if your child is approaching age five it may be more of a challenge. Remember by age five children have already developed much of their character. 

It's important to start on manners from the time a child is born. (I suggest practicing well before that) And being consistent will help everyone transition more smoothly when your child hits the terrible twos. If you feel like a broken record - it means you are doing it right and thats when you should begin to see some positive results. So don't give up, keep enforcing and encouraging your child's etiquette.

Concentrate on the basics, such as excuse me, please and thank you and use them whenever there is an opportunity to do so.

Try this: Count the times you stop to encourage and remind your child to use his manners within the span of thirty minutes. Then count up the times you have done the same. Hopefully the numbers are high and fairly close. the point is the more you use your manners, the more it will naturally become a part of your child's habits.

If you are not actively giving reminders every time you and your child engage, then beef up your etiquette efforts by plenty of your own good example and lots of kind encouragement. Always keep it gentle and fun.

Whenever a request comes in from your child (and as parents we know this can be a hundred wants in the course of a day) teach your child to say "May I please..." before whatever it is that he needs. It does take  a little extra time to do this,  it is not easy, but there is nothing like hearing your child use his manners for the first time without a prompt.

Remember, bad habits developed from lack of etiquette exercise are so much harder to undo later on.

Teach your child to say "Excuse me," every time she comes to you and especially when it involves  an interruption. Explain that she might have to wait and that using 'excuse me' does not allow her your immediate attention, and that you will get to her soon, especially if you are busy or in another conversation. This will help your child to develop patience as well as trust. Be sure to follow through in a timely manner yourself. A two year old can wait two minutes, a three year three old can wait three minutes and so on. Remember it is not about the wait, it is about teaching respect.

Teach your child to use "thank you" every time  it applies and remember to use it yourself whenever possible. It is nice to be appreciated and you'll find that when your child starts reciprocating this little act of kindness to those around him, the courtesy will go a long, long way.

Good Luck!! Good Parenting!! Your kids are counting on you!  And thank you for taking the time to read. :)








Son-in-law, Doug and Robert

Son-in-law, Doug and  Robert
Reading, Writing, Arithmetic

Daughter-in-law, Mich,Steve,& Collin

Daughter-in-law, Mich,Steve,& Collin
Family Hike

Mom and Daughter Nat

Mom and Daughter Nat
Mom and Future Mom

Jillian and Sean w/ Molly

Jillian and Sean w/ Molly
Group Hug

Excerpt from Growing Up Crazy by Bonnie J.Toomey

Freeze Pops



Winter 1972







There’s ice on my bedroom window in little cornered crescents. It’s still dark out, but it is time to get up for school anyway which I happen to like a lot.



I wriggle out of my pajamas and pull on a hand me down sweater and jeans from my aunt who works as a nurse in Boston. She was always giving us bags of clothes which I would pull apart and alter to fit my style and size. This gave my wardrobe an eccentric and eclectic look all its own which I thought was quite individual and even artsy.



I hated to leave the warmth under the pile of blankets and old coats I had layered on for extra insulation at night. It could get pretty cold upstairs this time of year, and the transition from clothes to no clothes to clothes again was a little unpleasant in the wintertime. There’s never been heat up here, Dad didn’t put it in, but instead cut a hole in the floor the size of a wood stove chimney pipe to let whatever heat rise up from our wood stove down in the kitchen.



“Heat rises,” was how Dad explained it to us. I kept thinking, well maybe it does, but I sure can’t feel it up here.



It is colder than usual this morning. My fingers don’t work as quickly as I want them to. I head downstairs where mom and dad are hunkered under some blankets on the couch which they must have dragged in front of the fireplace during the night. They’re still sleeping. Dad’s head at one end of the couch and mom curled up at the other end.



I grab my bag and step outside into the ice cold morning and my nostrils form tiny icy needles on the first breath in sticking together like metallic glue. Luckily, the bus arrives in less than a minute but long enough to finish turning my toes in my sneakers into ten freeze pops.



I slide in next to Claire careful not to break off any digits.



“Vaugn, you look really cold,” she says, very concerned. The newscaster on the bus radio says that it’s five degrees this morning over central New England, and that it warmed up from the overnight low of zero.



I explain that I think our furnace broke again and she offers me her mittens with the fancy rabbit fur cuffs.



“Thanks, Claire,” I say, and between her offering and the noisy over head heater blowing puffs of warmth into the air, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.



Excerpt from Leaf Landing by Bonnie J. Toomey

French Lesson







French is not the easiest class to miss.



I missed almost two weeks straight



after Mom died



and a lot of other days before that



and now I am really behind.



Mom wanted me to take French



because she thought it would help



in ballet class.



Dad lost a couple of bids.



He says people are losing



their jobs,



the economy is bad



The TV keeps warning



unemployment is up,



gas prices are up



and people are fed up.



I don’t know why Dad



has to watch



it only makes him



yell at the TV



Dad says we need to conserve more than we have been



now the house feels cooler.



When I complain,



Dad says



to go outside and come back in ,



then I’ll feel warmer.



Harriet and I spend our time bundled in



an extra layer of clothes



or dragging an afghan around



like giant moths in cocoons.



We are out of butter again.



Dad says



to try using peanut butter.



Well, isn’t the word,



butter,



in it?



Harriett won’t eat her toast



and it just sits on the plate



getting cold



like the floors



in this house



and suddenly the one phrase



in French,



“It is cold.” comes back to me:



“Il fait froid,



la maison est fait froide."