I thought of you this morning when Sally spilled her glass of milk. It got on the homework she was finishing, it ran across the table, it dripped through the seam in the middle of the table down to three chairs. It pooled under the table, then ran across the floor. It took me over an hour to clean it all up.
As I was gritting my teeth against the frustration and anger, I realized that I never properly thanked you for never yelling at us when we spilled our milk (or our juice or water or any of the other dozens of things we spilled over the years). So, Mom, thank you for never yelling at us. Because of your fine example, I didn't yell at your granddaughter today.
I even held her hand on the walk to school and told her it was no big deal and that I wasn't mad at all. Once I said it, I knew I meant it, too.