We Are Both Right

Maybe Mommy Needs the Bar of Soap

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&!#%. Oops, you didn’t hear that. 


Or maybe you did. 

It never fails. You let one profanity slip under your breath, whether it’s directed at the driver in front of you or the hammer that just fell on your big toe — and your sweet, innocent child just happens to have her ears perked up, listening (for once). 

And then comes the replay: “Awww, sh**. Hehe, that sounds funny. Mommy you say, awwww, sh**.” 

It does actually sound pretty darn funny coming out of a three-year-old’s mouth. But then the humor fades. And you hope the new vocabulary soon does, too. You promise yourself to really start watching your language, at least around the kids. And you pray that she never repeats what you just said to anyone else. 

Been there. Actually, very recently (as in a few hours ago).

Luckily, a rhyme got me out of that one — because at three, I can still convince my daughter that she didn’t hear what I really said, since I was just talking about how nice it would be to feed some ducks. The natural flow to a conversation that began with me dropping a hot casserole dish out of the oven, wouldn’t you agree? 

What can I say, except that sometimes my mouth moves faster than my mind.  I’m not the least bit proud of these slip-ups, and wouldn’t consider myself someone with a potty mouth (since my everyday conversations don’t include profanities as adjectives).  But I do feel guilty about sabotaging my own good intentions of never letting my children be exposed to foul language. 

While I’m confessing to less-than-perfect parenting, I should also mention that I can be hypocrital at times.  Especially on this subject. 

Because when my eight-year-old son calls something stupid, I get on him.  One, because he could find a better word to express his thoughts.  And two, because he has an impressionable three-year-old as his shadow who finds everything he says amusing. Talk about holding them to a higher standard. 

Now I remember that stupid was the word that got me in a little bit of trouble when I was five. Or maybe it was the same “s” word that I still let slip more than I should. Well whatever it was, that was the first time I learned the saying: “You’re going to get your mouth washed out with soap.”  

I’m expecting to get a call from my mom any minute now.  The offer might still stand.  

Amanda’s self-control when it comes to cursing is admirable. Makes me think I better keep my mouth shut around her children.