Wednesday, October 10, 2012

My Redneck Baby

It occurred to me the other day that my son was going to grow up as a Southerner. 

There’s nothing wrong with this. It might mean that he wants to drive a pick up truck, or go hunting with his Dad (ehh) or wear sunglasses on Croakies and pink seersucker shorts to football games. I’m okay with all that.

Because it also means he’s going to say things like “yes ma’am” without the slightest hint of sarcasm, and he’ll hold doors open for his girlfriends, and he’ll intercept women putting their shopping buggies away to do it for them. He’ll do all these things because he’ll grow up seeing his Daddy do them and he’ll just know that those are the right things to do.

And the first person he can practice his Southern hospitality good manner habits on?

His momma, of course.



Jess Norden said...

Love, love, love! I grew up in Maine (and we live back here now), but I lived in NC and VA for 10 years and am SO GLAD that I did because I want Cam to be a southern man like his Dad! I love the charm, manners and respect of a southern man. :)

Cute, cute pic!!

Meg said...

Did you go to school down here? I grew up in NY and met a southern boy - which is why we are here (and thus, Yankee Belle). Nothing better than a southern gent!!

PS Maine is on my bucket list to visit, I hear it is so beautiful!

Lindsay Collins said...

Okay, do gents really put away shopping carts for the ladies? I can't even dream up an existence where that happens....... I live on the Midwest where that just DOESN'T happen!