My Kids Don’t Mind My F-Bombs, And Neither Should You

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I’m unapologetically myself when it comes to my language. While some folks clutch their pearls at the thought of a curse word slipping out, I embrace it wholeheartedly. To those who judge, I say, “heckity-heck-heck-heck!”

My daughters, bless their hearts, don’t bat an eye at my colorful vocabulary. They’ve tuned it out completely, and even though I can certainly express myself without a curse, why should I? They still eagerly ask me to tuck them in every night, no matter how many times I’ve said “heck” throughout the day. They still squabble over who gets to sit next to me, even when I get elbowed and let out an “Oops!” They honestly couldn’t care less about my occasional outbursts. They think I’m the best mom ever.

Adult Words Are Just Words

Sure, there are moments when swearing isn’t appropriate, but in the everyday hustle and bustle, I think it’s perfectly fine to let the expletives fly. In my world, swearing is pretty common, and some studies even suggest that those who swear tend to be more creative, intelligent, and honest (not that I’m bragging, just sharing what I’ve heard). My kids, aside from a brief phase when they were toddlers, don’t swear at all. We call “bad words” “adult words,” and they know that when they’re older, they can use them if they choose to.

I get it—some people love to lecture me, claiming that parents should set a good example. I agree, and I consider these things, too. I hope my daughters will one day appreciate that “heck” can serve as a noun, verb, adjective, and more. The English language is vast and beautiful!

The Judgement

What really grinds my gears is when these self-righteous types label me a bad parent just because of my language choices—this is where things get real.

Don’t mess with my family.

If you’re going to judge a mom, at least do it with a more relevant metric, like how stylish her outfits are or how little she resembles a potato. All jokes aside, my kids are turning into fantastic individuals—smart and funny—because they’re growing up in an environment where self-expression is celebrated.

My Kids

Not long ago, a know-it-all warned me that my kids would resent me for all my cussing and become little ruffians. I beg to differ; they are too busy loving me and my “adult words.” I host massive playdates, coach their soccer teams, and whip up the best pancakes ever. Plus, I’ve mastered the art of muttering under my breath, so no need to worry about me swearing in front of other kids.

One common misconception is that I speak to my children in a harsh manner. The majority of my swearing is casual, like “Oh no! We’re late!” or “I’m so tired right now.” I would never say something like, “Zoe! You’re a total brat for hitting your sister,” or “Sydney, how dare you fart at the dinner table again!”

To the uptight, remember: humor is essential in life. Self-expression is subjective, and I’d rather my kids drop a few F-bombs than make wild choices like stretching their earlobes to the max. Sure, go ahead and call someone a “fool,” but please, steer clear of face tattoos or extreme piercings. It’s all about perspective and whether they’re good people at heart. And if one of my kids does decide to get a tattoo on her face, you bet I’ll have a lot to say about it!

I’m not concerned if others disagree with my choice of language; just keep my kids out of it. Criticize me when I start mistreating them or selling their toys for cash, but for using a few adult words here and there? Get a grip. Everything I do is for my kids and their happiness, so spare the judgment and find a more worthy cause to be upset about. A few choice words never hurt anyone.

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In the end, it’s all about love, laughter, and keeping it real.