Don’t Forget Your Please

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The command came from the backseat, and it came in a rather whiny, demanding tone. “I don’t WANT music!”, exclaimed my 2 ½ year old granddaughter, Adina. We were driving to my house for a play day, and I had the radio on. I explained to her that we talk to each other in a nice way, because we love each other. “Don’t forget your please” is something that I remind both my granddaughters (and myself) at times.

This made me think of an extremely demanding patient I once cared for. Did I mention that I’m a nurse? Anyway, this particular patient kept requesting things in a brusque, rude manner. It seemed each time I entered the room, I was met with commands. I was thankful that his condition was improving, but honestly, this was getting tiresome. At one point after he made yet another demand, I automatically responded, “Don’t forget your please”. After laughing, I explained that I often babysit my granddaughters and that is what I say to remind them that good manners matter. After a moment of silence, my patient actually apologized. The rest of my shift that day became much more pleasant.

As for Adina, later that day I was humming when I heard her nicely ask me to “please turn the music off”. How she makes me laugh! The reason I share this is because we all have the opportunity every day to show kindness, even in the way we speak to each other. Even God exercises kindness! Kindness counts and really does make a difference.

“’…I am the Lord, who exercises kindness, justice, and righteousness on earth, for in these I delight,’ declares the Lord.” Jeremiah 9:24

  Kindness counts.

What is a Bebes?

Since you are reading this, I figured you might like to know who is writing it. If things had gone according to Grandad’s plan, I would be Jim. That didn’t happen. Jim (my little brother) did come along about 1 ½ years later, though. My mom was very pregnant with me, about 9 months’ worth, when Grandad said to her, “Well, I guess Jim will be here tomorrow.” Perhaps he thought that after two baby girls it was certain that this next baby would be a boy. Instead of Jim, they got me. Sarah Eileen Willis. That was my first name.  My next official name was and still is Sarah Eileen Riddle. I gained that by meeting and marrying the love of my life, Mike Riddle.

I’ve collected many more unofficial names along the way, as we all do. My latest name is Bebes (pronounced Beebees). This is the name given to me by my two sweet granddaughters. My older granddaughter, Senna, used to call me G-mom. Then Adina, her little sister came along. Somehow Adina pronounced G-mom as Bebes, and so that is me. Senna is the one who came up with the spelling. I love being their Bebes!

Each name we have carries its own significance. Each name characterizes a special part of our life – mom, daughter, friend, employee, co-worker, and on and on. I think that your name does not define you as much as you define your name. What are your names associated with? What do they make people think of? You determine that, and you can change it! As for me, I aim to be the best Bebes possible, making happy memories every chance I get.

“Those who know your name will trust in you, for you, Lord, have never forsaken those who seek you.” Psalm 9:10

Sweet Senna and Dear Adina, the joys I get to babysit.

Your name doesn’t define you as much as you define your name.