Confession from a Sailor-Mouth Mom

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I have a confession to make: I curse – a lot. And sometimes in front of my children.

I donโ€™t drink (much), I’m not a gambler, and I donโ€™t do drugs, so I consider this my one vice. A vice I admittedly didnโ€™t really consider a vice until my daughter began talking.

A few weeks ago, my now very verbal two-year-old hit her head on the kitchen table and the F-word flew out of her mouth like it was no big deal. She said it so casually she may as well have said, โ€œCan I have another piece of toast, please?โ€ I froze in the middle of cleaning up my second coffee spill of the day, not quite believing what I had just heard. Surely she didnโ€™t just say the F-word?

The following conversation ensued:

Me: Rory, where did you hear that word?

Rory: Which word?

Me: The one you said after you hit your head.

Rory: But I didnโ€™t hit my head. I hit my forehead.

Me: Okay, but where did you hear that word?

Rory: Forehead? From that body book we read. You know, the one-

Me: No, the word you said after you hit your forehead.

Rory: Oh. F***? From you. You said it this morning after you spilled your coffee the first time. You also said it yesterday in the car.

I did? I donโ€™t even remember saying it. Oh God, I have a problem. Perhaps even more upsetting is the fact that for months now my husband has been warning me that this would happen, which means that he was right. I hate when that happens. It throws off our whole family dynamic. I’m the one who says “I told you so” and he’s the one who says “you were right.”

Iโ€™ve been a swearer for as long as I can remember, which always seems to surprise people.

I think mostly because I was raised Catholic (thank goodness for confession) and I was a kindergarten teacher before staying home with my daughters. (Trust me, if teaching 25 five-year-olds how to use scissors doesnโ€™t make you want to drop the F-bomb, nothing will.) I realize it’s not a very becoming quality, but I can’t seem to stop myself. For a while, after my first daughter was born, I tried really hard not to swear around her, but I quickly discovered, that โ€œWTFโ€ and โ€œFudgeโ€ donโ€™t have the same effect when youโ€™re stuck in traffic or you drop a whole bottle of freshly-pumped breast milk all over the kitchen floor. Thereโ€™s just something about the F-word that feels so cathartic. It is irreplaceable.

But, even I know itโ€™s unacceptable for a two-year-old to use that kind of language. (Although props to her for using the word correctly.) It seems a bit unfair to get angry with her for simply repeating something I say, and this potty-mouth incident really drove home the fact that my children are watching everything I do and listening to every single thing I say. That’s a lot of pressure to do and say the right things. I mean, do I really want my daughter shouting at other drivers or yelling obscenities every time she bumps her head? Life was so much easier when I only had my own mental health to consider.

So, here I am, at a crossroad… Do I try once again to replace swear words with something more appropriate? (i.e. shoot or phooey) Do I whisper the words under my breath? Should I ask my husband to teach me swear words in Portuguese so that nobody will know when Iโ€™m saying a bad word? None of these options are very appealing, especially the one that requires my husband to sit me down and teach me something. (I still have nightmares about the time he tried to give me a tennis lesson. We didn’t speak for a week.) The only real choice seemed to be to do the unthinkable and give up swearing cold turkey, and so I began my road to recovery.

Itโ€™s been about three weeks now since I began “Operation No Swearing,” and Iโ€™d be lying if I said itโ€™s been smooth sailing.

(Major construction close to our house and a two-and-a-half year-old who is going through a potty-training regression have really tested me.) Except for a few small slip ups (I donโ€™t think anyone should be held accountable for what comes out of their mouth when they burn their finger.) I have prevailed. Even my gloating husband noticed and gave me props for my new found self-restraint.

So you can imagine my surprise when I heard the B-word come out of my daughterโ€™s mouth yesterday while we were having a tea party, especially since this isnโ€™t usually my swear word of choice.

Me: Rory, where did you hear that word?

Rory: Which word?

Me: You just offered to pour me a glass of โ€ฆ. (Obviously her syntax could use some work.)

Rory: Oh, b****? From one of the songs that daddy listens to when we do dance parties downstairs.

Me: Oh, really?

Rory: Uh-huh. Mommy, why are you smiling like that?

Me: Oh, no reason. Pour me another, please.

And just like that, our family dynamic is restored, and all is right in the world.

 

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Lindsey is a stay-at-home-mom to two beautiful girls, two-year-old Rory and one-year-old Scout. She is a former kindergarten teacher and has been married to her Japanese-Brazilian husband for 8 years. Lindsey enjoys reading, making lists, and pinning projects on Pinterest sheโ€™ll probably never attempt. She also enjoys traveling (or used to before strollers and car seats were involved), baking (but not cooking), and watching HGTV.

10 COMMENTS

  1. This was just too hilarious. A brilliant post – so relateable (from one recovering potty mouth mom to another). And such a good lesson – they seriously do hear everything we say. My husband and I were laughing about something my son did last week when we thought he was asleep. All of the sudden, we hear him yell “I can hear you…” down the vent from his room. No time is safe.

  2. My daughter recently said “That goddamn sun is in my eyes!” to my mother :0
    I still swear, I just explain to my daughter that certain words are grown-up words, and only grown-ups can use them. Kids cannot! When kids grow up, they. Can choose to use grown-up words or not. Just like driving, or voting, or any other grown-up privilege. It’s working for now.

  3. I love the honestly in this. I think people think, as mothers, we have to be angelic and happy all the time. However, the f-bomb slips out. Lol.

  4. I’m so glad you’re stopping the swearing!! I love you and I am one of the ones surprised!!! It’s nice to feel clean! Bobbi

  5. You are my hero.

    When my daughter was 3 she once told me “mom, go do your f***ing job!” This was after I told her that her “job” was to put her shoes on so we could leave the house. Gulp.

    • This sounds too familiar! We were stopped in traffic the other day, and my daughter said, “UGH, seriously?! Go!” I also may have heard her say, “Use your freakin blinker!”

  6. Linzer Binzer, this is hysterical! And I didn’t know you dropped the F-bomb so much; I don’t recall that when I was visiting. ๐Ÿ™‚

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