I recently discovered a terrific collection of some guidelines / rules that every parent should teach their son(s). We can ALL learn something from the following list…
Rules to Teach Your Son
- Never shake a man’s hand sitting down.
- Don’t enter a pool by the stairs.
- Always treat your girlfriend like a queen.
- In a negotiation, never make the first offer.
- Request the late check-out.
- When entrusted with a secret, keep it.
- Hold your heroes to a higher standard.
- Return a borrowed car with a full tank of gas.
- Play with passion or don’t play at all.
- When shaking hands, grip firmly and look them directly in the eye.
- Don’t let a wishbone grow where a backbone should be.
- If you need music on the beach, you’re missing the point.
- Carry two handkerchiefs. The one in your back pocket is for you. The one in your breast pocket is for her.
- You marry the girl, you marry her family.
- Be like a duck. Remain calm on the surface and paddle like crazy underneath.
- Experience the serenity of traveling alone.
- Never be afraid to ask out the best looking girl in the room.
- Never turn down a breath mint.
- A sport coat is worth 1000 words.
- Try writing your eulogy. Never stop revising.
- Thank a veteran.
- Eat lunch with the new kid.
- After writing an angry email, read it carefully then delete it.
- Ask your mom to play. She won’t let you win.
- Manners maketh the man.
- Give credit. Take the blame.
- Stand up to bullies. Protect those who are bullied.
- Write down your dreams.
- Take time to snuggle with your pets, they love you so much and are always happy to see you.
- Be confident and humble at the same time.
- If ever in doubt, remember whose son you are and refuse to just be ordinary.
- In all things, lead by example not explanation.
- Never embarrass your family through the actions you do.
- Your true character is shown when noone is looking.
Which one of the following “rules” is your favorite? Is there a “rule” that you could add to this list? Please share your favorite in the comment section 🙂
I remember when I was a little boy, watching and following my dad everywhere and wondering to myself what it would be like to be a “grown-up” and whether or not I would ever be as good as him. My father was a photographer who had his own little studio where he would take family portraits or pictures of people and their pets. He was also the photographer for a little town newspaper which had subscribers all along the New Jersey coast.
A teenage boy had just passed his driving test and inquired of his father as to when they could discuss his use of the family car.
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