I suspect that I tend to 'see what the future looks like' when my kids are acting like sane, responsible, mature individuals. The other days are just learning opportunities, right? (Right???!!!)
On the good days, we get:
Mr B, still half-sobbing from pain where his sister accidentally dropped her empty oatmeal bowl on his foot, and putting real emphasis on the empathetic tone: "R, it's okay, it isn't your fault, I'm not angry at you. It was an accident." And bringing the bowl to the kitchen (gimping all the way, tears of pain still leaking down his face) so it wouldn't happen to someone else. Safe, Respectful, and Kind.
Miss R, turning around in the kitchen to see her sister has come in from the snow and is wet to her knees (coat now discarded) and shivering, spins around and runs from the room, to return post haste with her favorite flowered fleece sweater: "M, here, here, this will keep you warm! You can put it on. I'll go up with you to look for dry pants and socks! Come on!" Safe (health stuff falls under 'safe'), Respectful, and Kind.
Mr G, pleasantly talking on the phone to Auntie A when he's home by himself after school (paraphrasing): "Sorry, I really shouldn't chat right now. I've got homework to do, and if I haven't made progress by the time Dad gets home with the girls, it will be a Problem." Respectful, plus Effective and Prudent.
Miss M, putting on her watch (Christmas gift from my friend A) in the morning, pausing a moment to admire it, then saying, "Can you email A an' tell him thanks again for the watch? I really like it." Respectful and Kind.
Sigh. Them are the good days.
Granted, those are usually the very same days where we also get:
Mr G commenting on my personality (participating in social chitchat) in the most arrogant and dismissive manner, publicly, in front of other parents. Thaaaaanks, babe. Not Respectful. And boy are we still just introducing Acceptant, Loving, and Faithful at this age...
Miss R yanking a plastic knife out of her sister's hand (cutting the webbing of her thumb on the way) because she wants to be the one setting the table for tea, and then screaming that Miss M's crying in pain and fear (blood! AAHHH!) hurts her EARS. (Why does that make me just want to slap her upside the head? I didn't. I just made her help with the bandaging up. And set a rule that she can't help set the table until she's better at not yanking things from her sister's hands when she wants whatever it is.) Not Safe.
Miss M snootily pointing out that SHE got her coat on RIGHT AWAY when Miss R is having a hard day with even the idea of clothing, let alone the coat. Yeah, I'm not talking to you, dear. That's great, but it isn't the point, please stop trying to position yourself as the 'good child'. It's not Respectful or Kind.
Mr B screaming at the top of his lungs (shrieking, really) and charging up the stairs trying to grab at Miss R, because Miss R cut in front of him and ran upstairs for bed first. Not Safe, Respectful, or Kind.
I pretend that the future only has the first set. La la la la la I can't HEAR you! (Whoops, I don't think that was Respectful...)