On manners
My son just had a one of his college friends, Amanda, from NYC visit us in Minnesota for three days. While she was staying with us, a box of flowers arrived. I opened the box, saw that is was a bouquet, and just assumed it was from one of the participants from my recent workshops thanking me for inspiring them. It wasn’t. It turns out, it was from our 20 year house guest, Amanda. What? Wow. I don’t know about you, but I certainly did not raise my kids to think to make such a thoughtful gesture. I wonder: Are Amanda’s parent exceptional? Or am I just a bad mom? I am so impressed by this young woman’s manners. And now it has me thinking about all the other things I forgot to model for my kids before I released them into the world.
a deconstructed thank you bouquet from Amanda
Hey darling, want to hang out? – http://surl.li/ulebc?steem
Hey darling, want to hang out? – https://is.gd/2xVU7z?steem
What a beautiful combo – apricot colored roses, eryngium, and craspedia. And striking composition, too.
Cut yourself a break, MJ. How do you know your kids don’t do similar things?? Perhaps Amanda got the very best of her parental genes and would have been this way regardless of how she was brought up. Set aside your worries, gal. Why do we, as parents, tend to beat ourselves up over our child rearing skills? Joe had the good sense to choose her as friend, which says something about how he’s turned out, yeah?