During spring break, I was in Publix shopping, accompanied by my son Scotty. While in the bakery area, Scotty pointed at a tray and said in a very disdainful manner with a disgusted look on his face, what kind of person buys a donut without sugar or icing on it?
I followed his gaze and then said to my child, Those are not donuts, those are bagels.
Some might consider this evidence of my failings as a mother, but actually I consider it proof of my success. After all, I am not raising my child to be comfortable in say New York or Philadelphia where according to the television shows I watch, they eat a lot of bagels.
No, I am raising a good ole boy.
I guess there are those that consider the term good ole boy derogatory, but in my family it is a expression that holds high praise. My grandfather used the phrase hes a good ole boy all the time. When Papa would talk about someone and say, hes a good ole boy, -- dragging out the ole into two syllables -- it was the absolute highest compliment he could give someone.
So when the doctor said, Its a boy, not once but twice in my life, I knew what kind of sons I wanted to raise.
A good ole boy says yes maam and no maam and grace before he eats. All the good ole boys I have ever known loved their mamas, their dogs and their country. They love football and NASCAR and know that saying sweet tea is redundant (all tea is supposed to be sweet).
A good ole boy, might have a hat on his head a lot, but knows you take it off when you enter a building or the national anthem is playing. Hes the kind of man that stops and sees if you are all right if you stuck on the side of the road. He doesnt offer to call someone for you; he gets out and sees what he can do to fix your car.
So, no, I am not embarrassed that my son didnt know what a bagel was. Both my boys know other important things about food; they know that greens are something you cook on the stove, not something you put salad dressing on, and that pear salad has mayonnaise on it. They know that when someone is sick you take them a chicken or a cake and that before you eat anything you stop and tell God thank you.
I did, however, offer to buy Scotty some of the bagels so he could try them but he opted instead for a pecan pie.
Thats because hes a good ole boy.
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