Generation Obey-Them-All

I grew up respecting and obeying older persons, adults (and Santas).

I´m on my bike/skates/skateboard, I make way to others.
I was taught, and understood. There was no debate.
Rule. Period.

These days?
I JUMP when a kid speeds in my direction!

I cried or screamed over "nothing" - I got a reason.
In the face. Or on the butt, depending on whom giving said reason to cry about.

No. I´m not a Mother.
But I may have an opinion, no?

(Most) kids have no respect over here anymore. Parents glued to their stupid "smart"phones not teaching any values anymore, so how are the kids supposed to know anyways.

Teachers?
I read (too) many reports of them not really teaching math, German or whatever but rules, simple things like shutting up when (someone or) the teacher talks.
Saying "Good morning".
Not hitting another kid (or adult)...
Doing your homework...

Have you ever questioned doing not one of these, not greeting, not hitting, not...

I have Nieces.
I´m glad I´m only the Aunt cause...
It´s a very tough job to try to teach your kids respect and rules when other kids roam loose without.

"Oh, you´re just an Auntie, you can spoil them, like a Grandmother can do!"

(Back in the day we got useful things above toys for Christmas. No idea what my Granma got, though. And, awww, the sofa!!!)

We were in the supermarket, Granma and I.
I begged for potatoe chips (never sweets for me ;-)...).
She gave in, I was, say... four years old?

I failed opening the bag - in the store (after the cash-out) and started crying after a few attempts.
Grandma did the same - without the crying, that is.
The bag burst open and the yummy chips were on the floor - I threw a lille fit.
Granma grabbed me and weee.... my butt sure "hurt" and I had a reason to cry.

Other customers just passed by because it was normal in the 70´s to get a reason and today... I can even laugh about it cause certainly she did not really hurt me.
It was embarassement, rather, maybe astonishment, mental hurt, frustration (I fought so hard for those chips (war generation, not much money) and there they were, on the floor!!! And there was no second chance, either.).

What about kids in your place, do they show respect or do you have to jump to give way, too?
Am I too... strict, narrow-minded, old?

Lion of the day...

At the Cathedral...
(I´m sorry, it was so frustrating - AGAIN! I´d went shopping, there was weight on my back and I had to jump.
And no. It was no "learner", that I understand, there I jump, that´s OK. It was an older kid, looking me in the eye even :-( That is not OK...)