One convo that I treasure was with KC about a week ago. He is thinking about the fact that next year he is old enough to get a job. He wants a
KC was concerned about how to address people. He knows that if he is stocking shelves people will likely come to him and ask questions. His concern was that in todays society, saying sir or ma'am might not be polite. "What if someone is trans and I can't tell?" was his question. I was so proud of him for thinking deeply about this, for having the compassion to see that speaking to people in the way they see themselves is important.
We talked about how the interaction in the job he is likely to obtain would not necessarily require sir,ma'am or anything to help someone out. A friendly smile and a comment like "oh we have those in aisle 2 should I show you?" would work out just fine. If it was someone he was meeting where a more in depth relationship/conversation was to unfold, it was totally fine to either use their name or ask how they preferred to be addressed. He is my sensitive, deep thinking soul. But in particular this level of sensitivity makes me have hope in the harsh world we presently reside in.
Last night the two kids and I went to our church to help stock for today's monthly food pantry. There is a ton of set up work to do and we have always had dance commitments that kept us from helping. With no dance in the summer and no camping trip this weekend we were free to help. KC was a huge help lugging boxes, breaking down and disposing of recycling and keeping things organized.
Lissa and I worked together packing large boxes of eggs into one dozen boxes. Then when we finished, she wandered over to a table where a bunch of store brand small pies were located. Her sharp eye picked up on the fact that she saw one pie with mold on it. She then decided to make it her mission to check every single pie to make sure it was safe and good quality. There were a LOT of pies probably about 100.
I had finished my task and things were wrapping up. We had a 30 minute drive home ahead of us and had worked for 2 hours. I confess I was tired. I asked her if she'd like me to help her finish up the quality control. She looked at me and said "I've got this. I'm just fine. Go find someone to talk to!" (My love of chatting is fairly legendary in our home!) It was clear that she really owned this job and that it was not fair to jump in and help. I took her advice and found someone to chat with for the remaining 10 or 12 minutes that she needed to complete the job.
I am grateful that all my kids seem to mostly live with compassion and think of others. We need that in this world.