My sister shared a story with me about two brothers who went to a video game store. The older brother was buying his younger brother a game and his father disapproved and the big brother stood up for his younger brother. You can read about it here.
It got me to thinking about my own family; my brother and the many sisters I have. How thankful I am to be part of such a great big family. I know that I could count on any of them to stand up for me and to be there when I need them.
Respect comes in many different forms but for us it is in the way we treat each other and the way we treat others around us.
My brother recently showed his respect by shaving his beard before going to a funeral. Something I never really thought would be a big deal but then after giving it more thought I was moved by his willingness to look great for a man that he only knew a little about.
My parents weren’t the best at displaying it but somewhere along the way we learned to be that way. I hope that my children learn respect. I hope that I display what that looks like on a daily bases. Whether it’s the way I treat them or their dad or the people around us, I don’t ever want my children to be disrespectful.
Where did you learn respect? Was it shown to you or taught to you? How do you show your children respect?