Parents tend to repeat themselves.
“Wash your hands.” “Remember your manners.” “Keep your hands to yourself.”
You say them so much and for years and years that you begin to wonder if they are ever going to stick and if you are going to be repeating these same phrases for the rest of your life.
But once in a while you get a glimmer of hope that all your work — and repetition — is paying off.
Grace was playing store at home over the weekend and was having pretend conversations with her customers, always remembering to ask them how they were, to thank them for coming and to have a nice day.
Out of the blue she turned to me and said, “Thank you for teaching me good manners.”
You are welcome.