When you never had a brother, being the mother of two boys involves a bit of a learning curve. Â One of the biggest lessons I’ve learned is the overall lack of — shall we say — social graces that seems to be a hallmark of the male under-ten set (and probably the over-ten set, too). Â Loud and proud belches, fart noises, gleeful hypothetical statements about going poo-poo in one’s pants: this is standard stuff around here these days.
That’s why I had a pleasant surprise the other night. Â We’d just wrapped up grace before dinner when Small Moyer Boy (I won’t say which one) Â had something to say.
“Are you all  done making the sign of the cross?” he asked us.  “Because I am going to do a really big burp, and I don’t want to do it if people are still making the sign of the cross.”
I guess that’s called reverence, small-boy style. Â I’m grateful he’s picking up these lessons somewhere.
Speaking of gratitude, I’m guest-posting today over at DotMagis ( the Ignatian spirituality blog) as part of their series on thankfulness. Â I wrote about one of my favorite quotations, and about my recent efforts to respond to life’s little annoyances with something other than rolled eyes and “Why me?”s.
Happy weekend!
