I might just be the meanest mom ever—at least, that’s what my kids think. After dinner, I took them to Dairy Queen for a sweet treat. They ordered their desserts, and we waited about five minutes for our number to be called. A young lady, maybe 17, handed each child their ice cream with a smile. But not one of my kids looked her in the eye. Not one said thank you—not to her, not even to me. I stood there, stunned, as they dug into their treats without a hint of gratitude. The young lady glanced at me, probably wondering why I was frozen in place (or thinking I was hearing voices), while my children strolled out the door, oblivious.
I counted to 10 in my head, giving them a chance to realize their oversight, but nothing changed. So, I followed them outside and did something they’ll never forget. Calmly, I collected their ice creams and, as they watched in horror, dropped them into the nearest garbage can. All three erupted into chaos—tears, screams, the works. I waited, quiet and composed, until they realized I had something to say. When they finally settled down, I spoke.
I explained that one day, if they’re lucky, they might work a job like that young lady’s. And I’d hope people would truly see them—look them in the eye, say thank you, and show basic respect. At 8, 7, and 5 years old, they’re too old to move through life without manners or simple human decency. I can still see their wide-eyed faces, the lesson sinking in as the reality of their tossed treats hit home. That day, I became the “meanest mom in the world,” but I’d do it again to teach them what really matters.
Shared by Jaime Primak Sullivan, this story isn’t just about ice cream—it’s a powerful reminder of the importance of gratitude and respect. In a world that often moves too fast, taking a moment to acknowledge others can make all the difference. Maybe we can all learn a little something from this Dairy Queen moment.