Mama, Don’t Ever Give Up

Mama, Don’t Ever Give Up

i was standing in line at the grocery store when i heard the exchange. seems to me, that happens a lot. probably because … A. i am waiting and still and, therefore, listening. B. i am in the grocery store – a lot. i was in line behind a woman and her young son when the cashier brought out a lollipop for the little boy. a treat which the boy gladly and quickly accepted. in fact, he swiped that sucker right out of her hand and jammed it fast into his ready mouth without missing a beat and, sadly, without one word of thanks. i assure you, the boy was old enough to say, “thank you.” the mother, looking a bit embarrassed, but not too surprised, encouraged her son to use his manners. “say, thank you, evan.” but evan refused. and, instead, continued to chomp loudly on his lollipop, all the while completely ignoring both mother and cashier. stubborn. willful. defiant.  i wasn’t judging. really i wasn’t. i’ve been that mother. i felt for her. but what happened next is the thing which most captured my attention and caught hold of my heart. glancing from the cashier to me, the mother exclaimed,”well, i give up. i’ve tried to teach him his manners. it just isn’t working. i’m done. that’s it, i give up!” i give up! — really? the boy was about five. seemed to me there were a lot of years ahead for this kid and his mama. in my mind, it might be just a tiny bit early to throw in the towel. the woman taking hold of evan, her...