Growing up in my family was a blessing. I knew it then, and I know it now. I incorporated a few "Be Good" philosophies in raising my own children, even if I may have wobbled a bit. The first "Be Good" I can remember is "keep your hands to yourself." The "don't touch" rule was true at home with my siblings, as well as any store we visited. It kept us from engaging in any kind of physical battle or touching fragile objects that could easily be bumped in the store aisles. If my own kids were following me into the store, I trained them to hold their hands together in front of them as they walked. Much to my sister's and daughter's aggravation, I instinctively hold that stance to this day as I go into a department store.
Another "Be Good" memory was to "use your 6-inch voice." This was evidently an utter failure in passing to the next generation as my delicate charges use football field voices. It was no help to live in the country with neighbors safely living at a distance of a mile or so. And, it was also at their disadvantage to have a hearing impaired mother.
The strongest "Be Good" advice I recall was "keep your name good" and "make me proud." If I was ever in doubt of making the right choice, these words echoed in my brain. That didn't mean I always made right choices, but I was not left with a guilt-ridden conscience, but a feeling of pride that I was better than that bad choice. I knew I had something to live up to. Has this filtered into my own kids? I like to hope so --even if it not to the intense degree that I feel. At least I know I am still very proud of my children and can only hope they continue to live their lives searching for their own conscience to guide them with maybe a little bit of their mom's voice humming in the background.