I’m unapologetically myself when it comes to my choice of words. Those who gasp at the mere utterance of a curse word seem to think that I’m failing as a parent. To them, I say, “bring on the expletives!”
My kids, Ava and Mia, don’t bat an eye at my occasional F-bombs. They hardly notice anymore, and while I can certainly express myself without resorting to profanity, why should I? They still clamor for bedtime stories, regardless of how many times I’ve dropped an F-bomb throughout the day. They fight over who gets to cuddle with me on the couch, even when I might let out an exclamation. Honestly, my swearing doesn’t faze them one bit—they think I’m the coolest.
Adult Words Aren’t Bad Words
Sure, there are appropriate times to hold back, but in everyday life, why not let the occasional curse fly? In my world, swearing is as commonplace as a morning coffee. Some studies even suggest that those who swear tend to be more creative and open. My kids, aside from a brief phase at age 3, don’t curse, and we prefer to call them “adult words” in our house. They understand that one day, they can wield these words as they see fit.
Critics often lecture me about the importance of setting a good example for children. I completely agree, and I think about this often. I hope that Ava and Mia will grasp the versatility of the English language, where “fuck” can serve as a noun, verb, or adjective—such a beautiful tapestry of expression.
The Misjudgments
What really grinds my gears is how quickly some folks rush to judge my parenting based solely on my language choices. Here’s the deal: don’t mess with my family. If you’re going to critique a mother, then at least use something more substantial, like how well she bakes cookies or how little laundry she has piled up. All joking aside, my daughters are growing into remarkable individuals—clever, witty, and well-adjusted. Being raised in an environment where authenticity thrives allows them to flourish into their true selves.
Not long ago, a self-righteous acquaintance warned me that my kids would one day resent me for my language and turn into rebellious troublemakers. I beg to differ; they are too busy loving me and our crazy household. I host epic playdates, coach their soccer team, and whip up fantastic pancakes. I’ve even mastered the art of muttering colorful phrases under my breath, so rest easy—I know when to be discreet.
Another misconception is that I speak to my children in a hurtful way. Most of my swearing is directed at general life frustrations, like, “Oh no! We’re running late!” or “I’m so tired today!” I would never direct insults at them, like “Zoe, that was a terrible thing to do!” or “Mia, please don’t do that again.”
To the naysayers: humor is essential to life. Self-expression is personal, and I’d rather see my kids experiment with their language than make choices I find less favorable. Go ahead, kids, let loose with some funny names, but please skip the drastic tattoos. At the end of the day, it’s all about perspective and whether they’re kind-hearted individuals. And if one of them decides to get a tattoo, I might just have a few choice words to say about it!
I understand that not everyone agrees with my choice of language, but my children are off-limits. Those who take issue with me are welcome to critique my parenting when I start neglecting their needs or making poor choices. But for a few adult words here and there? Get a hobby. Everything I do is for my kids’ happiness, so focus on something that actually matters. A little swearing never hurt anyone.
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Conclusion
In conclusion, my parenting style might not be for everyone, but it works for us. I prioritize creating a loving, authentic environment where my kids can thrive. So, let’s embrace our differences and focus on what truly matters: our children’s well-being.