Today I am grateful for respect. For the respect that other people give to me, and for the respect that is given to other people. I'm grateful my children show their teachers respect, and that they are learning what it means to be respectful. It seems that this is also a lost art (like honesty), especially is places where the population is large. Phoenix is the fifth largest populated city in the United States. And, unfortunately, it shows by way of the lack of respect people have for each other here. It is not like the small town we came from, in which people were kind and friendly to strangers all the time. My children are consistently complaining about their classmates and fellow bus riders because they do not show respect to their teachers, or to each other. It makes me really pleased with my children when I read the comments on their report cards, stating that they are respectful students. I am so grateful that my children are learning respect despite the many examples around them in the contrary.
Today I was sifting through all the clothing and pulling out clothes that were stained and torn, as well as clothing the children had outgrown. There was a huge pile of clothing to sort through, and an ever growing pile of clothes to donate. At one point, I pulled out a pink t-shirt and asked, "Whose is this?" Someone said it was Maryanne's, which couldn't have been true because it was a size 8. It wasn't her color anyway ... So I tossed it in the donate pile. (In hind sight, I now think my mom gave it to Maryanne for Christmas, and she said that she wasn't sure what size to get for Maryanne. Whoops on my part.) That's when Adam exclaimed that he wanted a pink shirt. Other children chimed in with, "It is his color." (Referring to his Dressing Your Truth type.) Adam bolted toward the donate pile and seized the shirt, promptly pulling it over his head and the collared shirt he had on. (Later he removed the collared shirt, after much cajoling from ...
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