Mr. FixIt and I went Christmas shopping yesterday. As much as I hate to go to Walmart, especially during the holiday shopping frenzy, we went looking for a specific item we weren’t finding elsewhere. When we arrived at the store, I excused myself to the ladies room.
There was a bit of a line, as one might imagine with half the town out and about the weekend before Christmas. The woman in front of me had a full shopping cart of merchandise and a cell phone in her hand. She had the phone on speaker and it was ringing…unanswered. She turned to me and said, “Go ahead…I have to do this.”
In the stall, I overheard the woman leaving a voice mail. I will paraphrase so as to leave the woman unidentifiable.
“Listen, if you insist on hanging up on me in the middle of a conversation…I’ll tell you what. You’re in a nursing home. I just won’t come visit you anymore. How’s that?! Talk to you later, Mommy.”
I was dumbfounded. Who does that? It’s Christmas, for crying out loud. It was more than just being rude to her mother…in a voicemail, mind you. It was being rude, out loud, in a public restroom, where anyone within several feet could overhear. I debated. How should I react? Should I say something? Make eye contact and show my disapproval? Breathe. Breathe. “God, show me what I should do.”
I decided not to say anything. I do not know the whole story. I don’t know if this woman has an issue. Maybe she had a gun? These are the things you think of in 2017. I came out of the stall, made brief eye contact, and said a prayer. “Father God…protect this woman’s mother from the wrath of her child. And bring them both peace and understanding. May they know your love. Amen”
When I was in school, we were taught deportment and etiquette. Every time I put on a coat, I can see the woman on the auditorium stage at Parkersburg High School.
“Grasp the coat by the collar and pull it up and over your right shoulder as you slip your arm in the sleeve. Then, gently reach behind you and slip your left arm into its sleeve. Do NOT swing the coat over your head like a toreador!”
We walked with books on our heads. We learned to sit gracefully without looking like a lumberjack. We learned grace and manners. Yes, please. No, thank you. Yes, ma’am. No, sir. May I? We learned which fork was for salad, which was for dinner and which was for dessert. We learned not to slurp our soup or our tea. We learned to stir the coffee in our cup without making a lot of noise. We learned manners.
This was in the ‘60s and early ‘70s. In our senior year, girls were finally given permission to wear pants to school. And ever so slowly, deportment went out the window with our bras and pencil skirts and Peter Pan collars. There are certain aspects of our “training” that was decidedly sexist. After all, in many ways, we were really being taught how to catch a good man. Good girls acted in a certain way.
This is the year of the woman…2017. Time’s “Person of the Year” is The Silence Breakers…the women of the #metoo movement. Women who have been the victims of sexual harassment, abuse, molestation, rape….many at the hands of powerful and influential men. But, are they really breaking their silence or just…finally, finally, finally being listened to…being heard? We’ve been telling. We’ve been talking. All along, we’ve been talking. And now, people are listening. Is it a perfect thing? No…it’s difficult and ugly and messy. And there are bound to be untruths told. But the majority…the vast majority of the stories told will be true. And far, far too familiar.
Were we trained to be the victims of men? We were told it was better to be seen and not heard. We were taught to keep the peace, don’t rock the boat, be a “good girl”…no matter what. “Boys will be boys.” “Were you drinking?” “Well, look what she was wearing!” Instead, these brave women are saying, “Nothing…NOTHING gives anyone the right to abuse me in anyway. Period.”
I texted my daughter, the high school teacher…my go-to resource when I want to understand the minds of today’s adolescent. I asked her if they teach deportment and manners anymore. She said nothing even remotely close to it. I asked if it was considered sexist. Was there a lack of funding? Was it outdated? Her answer was…outdated. They don’t call it “Home Economics” anymore. It’s “Food Science”, “Cooking”, “Catering”, “Fashion”…all under the title of “Career Technical Education classes.
Ok, I get it. To tell a girl she has to learn to walk straight and tall, to walk in heels, to put her coat on a certain way, may be considered sexist. Especially if young men aren’t being taught the same thing. I get all that. My problem is manners. Common, everyday decency that tells one it isn’t polite to stand in a bathroom at Walmart and threaten your elderly mother who is living in a nursing home. Threatening to stop visiting her if she hangs up on you again. I don’t get that.
There are parents who do a beautiful job raising polite, functional, lovable children who use impeccable manners and they do it without shaming or beating them. I know many of them. But there are so many more who leave it up to an overtaxed educational system to teach their children how to be decent human beings.
I don’t know the answer. Are there any “Emily Posts” left in the world? How do we teach the youth of today that manners are still important? How do we teach respect? I cannot believe that deportment is outdated entirely. It’s not that I am an old fuddy-duddy. I just want the best for our bright and shining future. ❤️
“And as you wish that others would do to you, do so to them.”
Luke 6:31 ESV
Amen.
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Great post Ginny!
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Your answer may be right in this paragraph:
“There are parents who do a beautiful job raising polite, functional, lovable children who use impeccable manners and they do it without shaming or beating them. I know many of them. But there are so many more who leave it up to an overtaxed educational system to teach their children how to be decent human being.”
Dr. Phil says, “We teach people how to treat us.”
Perhaps “mommy” who is now in a nursing home left it up to the schools. Sadly, the cycle will repeat itself if the daughter is “modeling” this kind of behavior for her own children to witness and observe.
“Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows.” Galatians 6:7
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I agree that this woman should not have treated her mother in such a way. I always tell my kids to be the bigger person. But to play devils advocate- her mother may’ve been emotionally or psychologically abusive all of her life. Or physically abusive. It’s still no excuse but there’s 2 side to every story. ❤️
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I am going to take another position here. Perhaps the mother did nothing wrong, but perhaps spoiled her daughter. Perhaps her daughter is like many young people these days who respects nothing and no one. I work in the court system and see it every day. Human lives, possessions, businesses, and people in general have no value to many alleged, younger defendants I see. I realize parents and others, as they age, may change, and they may become more difficult. The elderly are not treated so well in the U.S. Many are displaced, moved from their homes (I realize for their own safety or safety of others) and then perhaps shuttered in a nursing home without people who truly know them, let alone love them. Lots of times they are forgotten or just neglected. These are things I consider when hearing of an elderly person being difficult. Don’t they deserve a little bit of our time and compassion? My Savior was also treated badly, but did not retaliate. Especially this time of the year, let us remember Him and the blessing of life itself.
Amen. This woman was at least in her 60’s so Mommy would be 80 or thereabouts. I’m not judging because, as I said, I’m not privy to the circumstances. You make valid points, dear one. Thank you for contributing. ❤️
What great replies to your post. All of them are insightful and could possibly be true. I think your response to the immediate problem was correct. Just pray for the Mom and also for her daughter. Only God knows what is behind this conversation you overheard.
Well said, Pam.
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I found it interesting she said to the mother, “If you are going to hang up on me in the middle of a conversation…” we don’t know why the mother was hanging up. Is she manipulative? Does she use hanging up to control her daughter? Does she never listen to the daughter? While I don’t like what the daughter said to her, I hope she wouldn’t actually act on it. We just don’t know the entire story. Manners are definitely not well taught now, which is sad. Manners make the world run more smoothly as we are caring about the other person and our impact on them by our actions-our manners…which makes everyone happier;) Proverbs 15:1 comes to mind, “A gentle answer turns away wrath,
but a harsh word stirs up anger.”
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Ginny, I remember those etiquette classes from long ago. ? But I was also taught at home to be respectful to others. My parents didn’t depend on an overworked & underfunded school system to do their parenting. Every day, I find myself correcting third graders (Do you mean MAY I?) and giving praise and PBS coupons when I see and hear good manners being used. Of course, I hope the “thank yous” to the cafeteria staff or opening a door for another becomes automatic when I’m not around. But who knows, since some come to school without ever hearing the magic words at home. But they will hear them with me around. I’m old school that way. The kindness movement with the “Wonder” movie gives me hope. ❤️ Great post today.
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Interesting post! I don’t see the lack of manners as a generational thing; of course it needs to be taught but I feel more like it’s a world view at the core of the issue. I was taught that the purpose of having manners was to make others feel welcome, comfortable and included. Not to be used to exclude others or a set of arbitrary ‘rules’ that people just perform out of obligation. Sincerity and goodwill make manners a good thing and bring people closer. People can tell if you’re sincere; and if you care. That’s the whole point in my opinion. Something we all need to pay forward.
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