Fabulous Husband and I are raising a man. He is seven, and this coming week he will be leaving first grade to move up into second grade.
As parents, we have tried to instill graciousness and manners into the young fellow. It isn't easy. It seems we're always reminding him or nagging him to remember "please", "thank you" and "sorry", along with all the other words that help us become friends with others and develop relationships.
We had grilled chicken and corn on the cob for dinner tonight. These are Little Fellow's favorite. He was munching away happily when he looked across the table at Daddy and said, "Thank you for buying this food." There was a moment of shock and delight as Fabulous Husband and I looked at one another. We were delightedly surprised and pleased that this came from Little Fellow all on his own.
It was gratitude offered simply and straightforward from his heart. It made me feel good to see Little Fellow actually acknowledge that dad works hard to help provide for us. We thank God in prayer for our meal every day, but how often do we thank the person God used to provide that meal for us?
Raised on the Southern Oregon Coast, now retired on the Southern Oregon Coast. I was a hard of hearing child who grew up to be a deafened adult. I share and write about deafness, hearing loss and other things I find interesting. I am a 50 something year old woman who could be anyone's mother, grandmother or friend. I've traveled the U.S., and I've lived in Europe. I'm currently residing near the beach with Fabulous Husband and 11 year old son. ~ Joyce Edmiston
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