Acceptance of the person…requires a tolerance of imperfection.[i]
My parents are very traditional when it comes to etiquette and, as a result, they passed these social rules to me as I grew up. For one, I was to call an adult by Mister, Misses, Miss, Doctor, Father, etc. This was no problem. But, I became disgruntled learning proper dinner table etiquette. I admit to being quite frustrated with the constant reminders of how to use utensils, keep my mouth closed while chewing, and pass dishes politely. And yet, those lessons formed the way I eat today; I don’t really think about it. I was also corrected when I used a word incorrectly.