My sons have the same nickname: Prince Charming. When I was a little girl, like so many others, I wanted to be a princess when I grew up. Alas, in my 31 years as a princess wannabee, I haven't encountered many Prince Charmings. "But, mom" Joseph, my eldest son protests, "I want to be a policeman when I grow up". "Of course" I reply "But you can be Prince Charming too, no matter what you end up doing with your life."
We, as a society, have become so casual. I have had playdates at my house when I am addressed "Hey, Amy, got any juice?" These kids are FIVE! How are they going to act when they are thirty five? Whatever happened to good old fashioned manners? My children are not on a first name basis with grown-ups and use words like ma'am and sir to less familiar adults. Hats off indoors, no exceptions. Khakis are pressed and socks and belts coordinate. Ok, ok, I even put them in pink oxford shirts and roll the sleeves. "It takes a real man to wear pink" says Joseph proudly.
I hope most of all to raise sons who feel good about themselves and take pride in who they are and how they look. Manners and graciousness never go out of style.
"When I grow up, mom, I am going to arrest people for not saying please and thank you (see previous post)". Atta boy, Prince Charming.
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If more moms would raise Prince Charmings all of humanity would reap the rewards. Good for you for not taking short cuts. It can seem so much easier to let manners slide, but it is a slippery slope indeed when we cut too many corners with child rearing!
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