is it wrong for me to laugh when my kid yells, "stop it, kitty! you're being a BUTTHEAD!!!"
i'd love to blame someone else for that particular snippet of colorful language, but since she has no siblings, neighborhood kids or even school mates to wear the shame shirt, i suppose i'll have to wear it myself. can't you just picture me, my head hanging down, wearing a bright red shirt with bold white letters stating, "potty mouth"? but if you look a bit closer, you might possibly notice a wee smirk sneaking up around one corner of my mouth. the left corner, to be exact. that's the one i can't quite keep under control when i'm trying really hard not to laugh about something inappropriate. like foulish language in children.
ever since i was a kid, i have loved swearing. my parents never use naughty words of any kind. the worst i've ever heard is "crap" out of either of their mouths, so i can't blame them for my potty mouth. when i was young enough not to even know what any of the words meant, my brother dared me to scream out all the dirty words he could think of when we were playing out in the snow one wintery new york day. i guess he figured our parents & all the neighbors had their windows closed, so it was a perfect opportunity to exploit the younger sibling by getting her to do the bad thing. but i did it and with gusto. even though i didn't know their meanings, they felt good sliding off my tongue. it made me feel degenerate and powerful all at the same time.
i never swore around my parents and rarely around anyone at all until i was 20. up till then, i just cussed up a storm in my head. but when i was 20, i decided that going to church & loving God & behaving well wasn't going to be my thing for a while. i was going to take a break, a rumspringa of my own (though we aren't amish). i was going to do any and every depraved thing i'd ever felt like doing as long as i wasn't directly harming others, so it was time to let loose my inner cusser.
for the next few years i threw around any nasty word, phrase or suggestion that passed through my mind. i switched my filters to OFF and let it all fly. i was usually pretty good about cleaning up the language around family members and at church or around other easily offendable folks. and once i had brooke, 8 years ago, i decided it was time to readjust that filter so that my tot wouldn't be tossing F-bombs around town. even though i'm not offended by "bad words", i try to be kind to those who are and therefor i had to teach my kid the same thing, by not talking that way around her.
this has helped me to be more creative with my words. i like to find unique ways of arranging words so that they still carry some punch, but without quite as much filth attached. though, there are still times when a good ole four letter word is still exactly what needs to be said.
so on that note, i hope you all had a really bitchin christmas!
(the pretty colors took the edge off, didn't they?)