Sometimes I miss swearing.
We all know you can’t swear around young children. Or older ones for that matter. It is wrong. It is evil. It is Bad Parenting
But, let’s face it. Sometimes when you grab a hot pot handle, or see your bus drive by with your hand on the door handle (here's looking at you dada), or you hit your shin against your too-sharp Ikea bedframe (what were we thinking?) when lugging sleeping little man back into HIS bed…well, sometimes you really really, really want to let a good swear rip.
But you can’t.
It is Not Allowed.
Little minds are too impressionable.
Babycakes recently came home from Sunday School, yes Sunday School, saying “Good damage!” (his summer class is mixed with big boys…ACK!)
What does that mean? We ask.
It means knocking down stuff is good sometimes!
Oh. Umm…don’t say that, ok?
I have managed to reign in my need over the four years that I have been privileged to be called mommy.
When little man was really little I wasn’t so careful. Before he was born I was away on an adventure for several months and surrounded by Aussies and other international types who drop the F-bomb with little regard.
You see, we had, in our old house (well, new one too really) a cupboard that tended to explode with Tupperware every time we opened it. In a period of a week or so the contents of this cupboard scared the bejeezus out of me several times. And yes, I yelled out FUCK! in the presence of my impressionable 18 month old. (One might add here that cleaning out said cupboard or moving contents into lower cupboard would’ve been smart but, alas.) And then a few days later. Yes, I did it again.
Little man laughed hysterically. Each time.
So, one day, little man drops a toy. What do I hear out of his sweet little baby mouth?
And he laughed, hysterically. This is a funny game, right?
By the end of the day (before daddy came home) I got him to change this new vocabulary to “FROG!” and he has since forgotten that word.
But, there is nothing like letting a swear out to relieve some pressure…guess you all can be the beneficiaries of my need to release.
Lucky you. Ha.
(posted with apologies to my mother, mother-in-law, and grandmothers)
Happy Wednesday all!