I brought my nine year old daughter to the hospital last Friday morning for her quarterly blood draw.
She took her seat and warily waited for the phlebotomist to begin.
“How are you doing?” the woman asked my daughter in a cheery voice as she readied her equipment.
“I’m fine,” my daughter mustered, valiantly trying to hide her misery, “How about you?”
The phlebotomist seemed genuinely surprised. She stopped what she was doing to say, “I’m fine! Thank you so much for asking! You’ve made my day!”
As we were walking back to the car after the blood draw, I launched into the entirely predictable, tedious, teachable moment speech that tiresome parents such as myself simply cannot resist inflicting upon their children:
“I was SO proud of you for being so polite to the lady! And did you hear what she said to you? You made her day! Do you see how easy it is to make people happy, by just…”
She cut me off and said, “Of course I’m going to be nice to someone who’s about to stab me with a sharp object!”
I guess we can all have teachable moments…