Have those days, nay, years where you think, "seriously, how many times do we have to go over this??"
Well, take heart. Eventually it (apparently) sinks in.
With my boys I am constantly saying, "Open the door for girls (for mommy), and then let them go first." Our practical application is attempted every time I open the van door to let the kids in. Eva will be attempting to climb up (she's 2, so that can be a slow process) and the boys will trample her trying to bypass her. INSTEAD of waiting patiently. So generally, in my best ladylike voice I gently say (ehem.. read here YELL), "LADIES FIRST!"
I don't know how many times we go over this in a day.
We are already trying to master gentleness with the female species while playing, with, "boys, God made you strong to protect girls. NOT hurt them."
So today, while eating at CFA, the Sprite had gotten low. So Jorge (5) volunteered to go get the refill. You know, he's a half grown man now, right?
So off he goes, chest pushed out, head held high.
Then he returns. With Alex and Eva waiting at the playroom door ready for a giant gulp. As soon as Jorge opens the door Alex, being faster and stronger than Eva, gets the first spot in front of the cup. And with a very manly voice you hear Jorge bellow, very kindly, "No No, LADIES FIRST." And he walks over to Eva and lets her have the first gulp.
Well everyone. It seems my job is done.
haha. I wish. But I sure am proud of that there gentleman.