A Few Things My Dad Got Right – Part 2

April 11, 2012  |  Uncategorized


Last week I started jotting down a short list of things my Dad – much maligned in the parenting arena – got right when it came to fatherhood.  Dad was old school (I say “was” because he’s mellowed in his AARP days and is in a fair bit of denial about exactly how hardcore he used to be).   Much of my perspective on parenting is defined by my desire (need?) to be a different kind of Dad than I had. And yet, sometimes in the touchy-feely age of helicopter parenting, I can see that the way my own father approached raising children still has some value.

Lesson #2:  Manners Aren’t Optional

Manners were a high priority for my father. I distinctly remember visiting him in the hospital when I was about eight years old. Dad was recovering from back surgery and the nurse came in to deliver his meds. As soon as she left, Dad lumbered out of bed, hobbled across the semi-private room to his three sons and gave each of us a sharp whack on the back of the head (Dad would deny this, he has a kind of  selective-dementia that seems to only crop up when I remind him that he was a hard-ass back in the day).  Anyway, this is how we all learned that the rule about young men standing when a lady comes into the room applied to nurses as well.  For the Roberto boys, the bar was set a good bit higher than ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. To this day I can tell you that a large dinner napkin should be placed in your lap still half-folded and only after the host has done the same , the salt and pepper should always be passed together, and that, in a formal place setting, the cutting edge of a knife always faces in, toward the plate. The list goes on.  I’m not saying I actually make use of these rules on a regular basis, but manners are as much a formative part of my upbringing as Bugs Bunny, messy divorces and Spaghetti-O’s straight out of the can.

I can’t quite embrace this level of intensity on the whole manners issue but I’ve definitely come to understand that politeness is about a lot more than knowing which fork to use on a salad (the outer most fork is for salad, in case you’re wondering).  We’re relentless at our house with manners, even when it seems like no progress is being made whatsoever. Nothing is given without a please or received without a thank you.   Z and Pebbles both know that the phrase “try again” means that whatever has just come out of their mouth needs a “nice word” attached to it.  It’s exhausting and repetitive but crucial. There’s something about saying “please” when you want something that reminds the asker that a favor is being done for them.  “Pass the salt” is a command.  “Please pass the salt.” involves the speaker acknowledging that there’s another person in the equation that is doing them a kindness, however small.

We do all this not because we have an Emily Post fetish but because we’re intent on teaching our children gratitude and decency.  As small as these words may seem, their absence speaks of entitlement and expectation in a world that has too much of both.  I’ve said this before: people who dwell in gratitude rarely dwell in misery while the entitled tend to live with perpetual disappointment.

Manners are a gift, not just to the old lady who gets a door held open for her or the Grandpa who gets a hand written thank you card, but for the child who learns to appreciate how much is done for them day in and day out.

(in the interest of full disclosure, we’re pretty bad about thank you cards but we’re trying to get better!)

 


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