The Bless You Philosophy

Without fail, EVERY time, when I should sneeze, when ANYONE should sneeze, ALL of my children say bless you…sometimes multiple times.  This courtesy is a steadfast rule to them.  ALWAYS.  I did not teach this rule.  I don’t believe we’ve ever talked about it.  I just always say bless you…compulsively…even to strangers…sometimes quietly if I think they’ll reject the thought…but I still say it.  

The other night-

MC: hey mom, I know bb is really asleep now because I sneezed twice, TWICE and he did not say bless you – not at all you know…he’s sleeping.

Me:ok – shhhh

MC:MOM…i sneezed…….(I was in the other room)

Me: oh oh sorry…bless you MC


Me: bless you again MC

MC:ok – thanks

So, the things I want them to REALLY GET, to really absorb and emulate, I shouldn’t talk about at all…just show compulsively.  That’s quite a burden to think about…leading by example and all that.  I might need to rest up for this one.

Stay tuned.

About attraversiamodarmaz

Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) * hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!* I do forget to recycle* LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)* Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction* Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties* True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)* did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me* can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings* I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year* can't help my right brain optimism* been a foster mom* am a very grateful mom of adopted children* worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier* this is me...pretty much
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