I always say good morning to my aides. I ask how they are. Friday morning, it was as though I hadn't spoken to my aide at all. I repeated my greeting several times but did not get a reply. Sometimes, when I speak to my aide in the morning, their response is barely audible. I have gotten responses like,
I understand the staff's frustration at having many residents to care for and not enough help, but sometimes, I lose my temper. I am not proud of that. However, no matter how frustrated I get, I always say please, thank you, and speak when someone enters my room. It may not always seem like it, but I do appreciate the care I am given.
Respect works both ways. To get respect from my aide I must treat them with respect.
I will never forget the first time one of my friends called my mother by her first name. I knew they were not deliberately trying to disrespect my mother, but it still sounded so strange to me. I never called my friends parents by their first names. it took a while for me to feel comfortable hearing my friend do it.
I hope that we are teaching our children to be kind and respectful. I hope that they learn to be polite and to not always be in a hurry. I would hate to see manners become a lost art.
I hope that we are teaching our children to be kind and respectful. I hope that they learn to be polite and to not always be in a hurry. I would hate to see manners become a lost art.
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