Let’s get one thing straight: my kids are well-dressed, nourished with healthy meals, basking in sunshine, and getting plenty of exercise. And yes, they hear the term “dingleberry” pretty often.
I love to let a few choice words fly, and I’m a proud mom. There, I said it without hesitation.
When my little ones were infants, they probably drifted off to sleep to the gentle whispers of “Craptastic!” as I navigated my way around stray toys. One day, they might look back fondly on those moments, associating my colorful language with comfort.
Swearing isn’t just a stress reliever; it’s a blast! Using naughty words doesn’t make me a bad parent, nor does it make me crass or unladylike. In fact, it brings me joy and a pinch of humor. Studies even suggest that cursing can boost creativity and enhance vocabulary. Who knew that letting out a “Damn it!” could be so empowering?
Just because my favorite phrases sound like they belong in a sailor’s log doesn’t mean they shouldn’t come out to play in everyday life. Seriously, “Gosh Darnit” doesn’t cut it when I accidentally whack my elbow or spill a box of cereal everywhere. I need something with a little more oomph—like “Clusterbomb” or “Shitstorm.” Words like “nincompoop” just roll off my tongue naturally, like breathing or voicing my disbelief at avocado prices.
Of course, my kids hear my delightful vocabulary, and—gasp—they sometimes repeat what I say. And you know what? I’m perfectly fine with it. I’ve made plenty of adjustments for those little rascals, like becoming an early riser and indulging in animated films. But when it comes to my language? No way am I censoring myself.
To those worried about my children, don’t be. We’ve instilled a solid sense of right and wrong in them, despite my exuberant cursing. They know saying “what the heck” in front of Grandma is a no-go. They’ve grasped that school, church, and grocery store lines aren’t venues for colorful expressions. And we don’t hurl curses at each other, even in moments of frustration.
We’ve taught them how to wield those words wisely. Cursing can spice up a conversation or bring laughter. For instance, belting out “Uptown Funk” with a few cheeky swaps is always a hit. And let’s be real: nothing compares to a toddler peering into the toilet post-potty and shouting, “Holy crap!” That’s a story for the ages—one I’ll cherish forever.
If my swearing philosophy makes you want to toss your keyboard into the nearest river, take a deep breath. I only curse around my kids and a select few fellow potty-mouthed parents. We’re a close-knit crew, and our children are thriving. Imagine that!
So come join our little rebellion—throwing around a few colorful words can be a delightful release. Trust me, I’m a damn expert at it.
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In summary, embracing a bit of colorful language in parenting can be liberating and fun. It’s all about finding the right balance and teaching our kids when and where it’s appropriate to let loose.