Kid's aren't born with manners...and that's a fact! They aren't naturally inclined to be polite or to show appreciation when someone does something for them. Those rough newborn months would probably seem so much easier if your baby could show appreciation. "Thanks for the milk, Mom." "Thanks for changing my poopy diaper, I feel so much better." "Thanks for getting up with me in the middle of the night." Ha! Wouldn't that be something!?
Something very important to me as a parent is to share my faith, and
hopefully all the behaviors that accompany it, with my children. One of the simplest ways we have started out on this journey with our children is to try to teach them to be thankful. This is no easy task with little ones who are consumed with the "Me, me me" attitude from birth. But something cool I've noticed lately is how early on little kids begin to learn things, just from watching their parents. For the last few months, Reese has been really excited to pray with us over dinner. She wants to hold hands with Derrick and I and will yell, "Me me me" if we forget to include her in saying grace. I know this is really no big deal, but I do find it amazing that a 20 month old is already gaining a concept of saying grace before the meal and thanking God for all the good things that He's given us that day. Too many kids these days are being raised getting anything and everything they want, and then some. I want my kids to realize and be reminded daily that nothing we have should be taken for granted,
and we should be thankful for every little thing. No "Thank You" is too small at our nightly blessing...from playing outside, to our pets, to play dates with friends, to peas and corn...we thank God for anything the kids want to include. I hope and pray that by starting early, we can raise our children to be good, moral and polite people who take notice of the little blessings each day, are kind and courteous to others, and have a real gratefulness in their hearts for life and all it's possibilities.
Carter caught on quickly that movies he's not allowed to watch yet are rated PG. I guess he heard me say it enough times to gain a concept that PG is for bigger kids. So anyway he always seems to grab a couple books at the library that are really long and beyond his age level. He was holding one such book the other day and said, "This book is PG, Mama!"