Setting an Example
Anyway. I'm a hand talker. I make gestures (not those kind of gestures!) when I talk.
Also, when I don't know someone's name, I make a name for them that describes what I know about them.
For example, years ago, my kids and I always ran into the same guy on Friday's at the donut shop (don't judge me. YES, I fed my kids donuts faithfully every Friday for many years, and it didn't stunt their growth; though I once had a three year old tell me that he couldn't have a donut because, and I quote, "donuts make you flabby and weak." Wow.)
Back to my story. I have blog ADD today.
So, we saw this guy every Friday. And the thing that was the most notable about him was that he bounced when he walked. So we called him "bouncy man."
Really, my whole family does this naming thing. We have named all the chef's at Kobe Japanese Steakhouse. They have names like "rock star guy" or "sweaty man" (sweaty man is one of the best there).
When I broke my leg several years ago and the paramedic tried to PULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL the skate off my broken foot, Zack named him "Captain First Day On the Job."
I have many other stories about names I have given people whose real names I don't know.
The most common place I "name" people is in my car, while driving. People get names like "Mr. Oh-That's What That Lever Is For On My Steering Wheel. It's a Turn Signal!" (Most of the names aren't that long.)
So the other day I was at a four-way stop and there was a dad there with two kids on bikes (with training wheels).
Brave Dad. (that's not the name I gave him)
He had his hand on one set of his kids' handlebars and was waiting on the other kid to catch up (at said four-way stop).
So, "Mr. Safety Dad Man" was waiving on the cars at the stop sign he was standing next to, FORGETTING the fact that there were 3 other stop signs at this FOUR-WAY-STOP.
He almost got us killed.
So I said, "Hey, Mr. Safety Dad Man, how about letting the TRAFFIC SIGNS do their job? Okay? Cool with you?" (Of course I didn't say it TO him, more "at" him, in the privacy of my own car. I HAVE mentioned my road rage issues, right?)
Then, all the sudden, I realized I had the twinderellas in my backseat. And they were listening to me. So I switched into "Mrs. See What a Good Mom I Am" and said, "Look at that nice daddy helping his kids on their bikes. That's so sweet."
All that to say, I am going to have to work on remembering that I am setting an example. I guess technically I have been setting one for a while. Hopefully a few of my better qualities have shown through as well. Time will tell, that's for sure. Those Twinderellas. They keep me humble.
by Carol Jones