My mother always said to do the thing you least like doing first. Not to carry anger to bed with you. Stand up straight. Always hug the people you love whenever you say goodbye to them (in case they die.) Good advice but for an odd reason. And, “Someone is always watching you.” That last one made me paranoid for a long time but it’s translated well in adulthood to “You will be judged by your actions more than your words.”
I don’t remember my dad telling me anything about how to be. Ever. But he was a good role model. His joy for life is probably the most valuable gift he gave me.
Mom taught me how to work and Dad taught me how to play.
My husband learned a few things from his father:
Measure twice; cut once.
A salesman will smile when he’s got a bellyache.
There’s no kettle so crooked it can’t find a lid.
I don’t think his mother ever told him anything. She had too many children to manage.
And my husband passed a good one down to our kids: Your keys are like your underwear. Never leave the house without them.