On Friday night my friend and I got together over Skype and did some PvP in World of Warcraft. Sometimes — more often than I’d like to admit — we would say words that aren’t very nice. Vile words, the kind that would make your mother blush. My friend even made a comment that we both are guilty of saying words that a few years ago we found quite offensive. While I have always had a bit of a potty mouth, it seems that I take it to a whole new level when under pressure. It’s really not a hot look for a parent, and I am very glad that my son was in bed at the time.
My husband and I have tried really hard to curb our bad language since becoming parents, but it seems that old habits are hard to break. While I may not drop anywhere near the amount of f-bombs that I used to (Yes, I am that classy), there is one other time when my restraint goes completely out the window and I turn into a filthy mouthed bogan: when I’m driving.
Thanks to a bunch of entitled drivers who simply MUST be at their destination ASAP (Even though it takes a maximum of 5 minutes to get anywhere in this tiny town), Liam and I find ourselves in a situation that goes something like this at least once a fortnight:
Some wanker has decided that giving way to people who are already on the roundabout would be way too inconvenient, so he cuts across in front of me, forcing me to slam on my brakes. He is completely oblivious to the accident he almost caused.
Me: “Argh! You fucking idiot! Pretty sure you’re meant to give way to people already on the round about, not cut them off, arsehole!
Liam: “Mummy, will the police take that bad person to jail?”
I turn bright red as I remember the young and impressionable four year old in the back who has just heard the whole tirade.
Me: “I hope so, mate! He was just very naughty and could have caused an accident! But Mummy was naughty as well and she shouldn’t have said bad words like that. You should tell me off!”
Liam: “OFF, MUMMY!”
Me: “Haha, thanks man. Now lets hope we can get to the shops without any more silly people trying to cause accidents.”
Leading By Example
I feel terrible every time it happens; my son is learning from yours truly that it’s a-ok to say horrible words when you are in stressful situations. It’s definitely not, and it comes as no surprise that every once in a while Liam will call me a ‘pumpkin head’ (He can’t pronounce the letter ‘f’…) when I put him in time out. If I felt bad when he hears me say that kind of stuff, imagine my horror when he throws it back at me! I feel like I am the worst mother ever because I am raising a little feral.
Needless to say, I do not want my kid to grow up to be like those awful little trolls in trade chat who think it’s funny or cool to be vile and abuse others. While curbing my bad habits is very much still a work in progress, I am hopeful that my reactions when I catch myself dropping some bombs in front of him will decrease the likelihood of that happening.
Now if only I could somehow get the rest of the world to follow the road rules…
How do you handle bad language around your children? Share your ideas in the comments below.