I remember the first time somebody called me "Ma'am". It was hilarious. I was chuckling on the inside. I had a smile on my face. I guess the young man who called me "ma'am" wasn't sure how old I was, which happens alot, he just thought he better err on the safe side and call me "ma'am". It was funny. I thought to myself, "Am I a "ma'am" now. How could that be? Already? What happened"? "I guess I must be one, if that's what he called me". I think I was still in high school, or at least a senior, or at least I had just gotten out when the young man at the grocery store called me "Ma'am". It's all good. I liked it then, and I still like it now. I am sure I liked it then, because even though I was probably 18 years old, I looked to be about 12 or 13. So I know at the time, I for sure liked it.
But anyway, I think it's sweet. It reminds me of days gone by, when people were kinder to each other. When I hear a young person call somebody older than them, "Ma'am", I am shocked really. You hardly ever hear people reverancing or respecting their elders anymore. At least I don't. It does my heart good when I hear or see things like that. When I went with my church to Texas a few years ago, I was amazed at the way the young people talked to the older people. They said, "Yes, ma'am", and "Yes, sir", etc. I thought it was great. I wanted to be called "Ma'am" again. I just thought it was so sweet. Like I said, when I hear the word now, it just makes me smile.
But it's kind of weird, I don't know how men feel about this type of thing, but from my own person experience, I have noticed that men don't like it as much. Either they don't like it as much, or they don't like it as much coming from me. I haven't figured it out. Maybe one day, some man will fill me in and tell me what's the scoop on that. One of the gentleman that I see at the place I volunteer at, asked me recently not to call him, "Mr." This is how I address all the male residents there. "Mr." and then there name. I was kind of surprised, but I stopped. I haven't asked him why yet. I think one time he mentioned that we were friends, so I didn't have to call him "Mr." I told him that I am friends with everybody, whether I called them "Mr." or not. Maybe when I call men "Mr." it makes them feel old. There is somebody at my church, also, and I call him "Sir", even though he is only a few years older than me, maybe two or three, I think, and he doesn't like it either. Not sure what's going on. I guess it's just something only men would understand.
But anyway, I think it's sweet. It reminds me of days gone by, when people were kinder to each other. When I hear a young person call somebody older than them, "Ma'am", I am shocked really. You hardly ever hear people reverancing or respecting their elders anymore. At least I don't. It does my heart good when I hear or see things like that. When I went with my church to Texas a few years ago, I was amazed at the way the young people talked to the older people. They said, "Yes, ma'am", and "Yes, sir", etc. I thought it was great. I wanted to be called "Ma'am" again. I just thought it was so sweet. Like I said, when I hear the word now, it just makes me smile.
But it's kind of weird, I don't know how men feel about this type of thing, but from my own person experience, I have noticed that men don't like it as much. Either they don't like it as much, or they don't like it as much coming from me. I haven't figured it out. Maybe one day, some man will fill me in and tell me what's the scoop on that. One of the gentleman that I see at the place I volunteer at, asked me recently not to call him, "Mr." This is how I address all the male residents there. "Mr." and then there name. I was kind of surprised, but I stopped. I haven't asked him why yet. I think one time he mentioned that we were friends, so I didn't have to call him "Mr." I told him that I am friends with everybody, whether I called them "Mr." or not. Maybe when I call men "Mr." it makes them feel old. There is somebody at my church, also, and I call him "Sir", even though he is only a few years older than me, maybe two or three, I think, and he doesn't like it either. Not sure what's going on. I guess it's just something only men would understand.
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