As a parent, I have to admit, I enjoy swearing. There’s something incredibly liberating about unleashing a string of colorful language. Whether it’s an emphatic “Damn!” or a frustrated “Shit!“, these words often encapsulate feelings in a way other words simply can’t. However, I know there’s a time and place for such expressions, and I certainly don’t want to come off as impolite, so I usually keep my cursing under wraps—especially around my kids.
For a long time, I tried to be cautious about my language. I wanted to shield my children from my less-than-appropriate vocabulary, so I held back. But as the days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, I found it increasingly challenging to suppress my natural inclination to curse. Parenthood demands sacrifices, and I genuinely tried to cut down on swearing, but it just didn’t work. To me, using strong language is as instinctual as breathing. After all, once you become a parent, the urge to curse only intensifies.
Before long, I began to slip. It started innocently enough—with a simple “damn” and “hell.” But those are merely gateways to the more potent words. As my children matured, my colorful vocabulary did too, and soon enough, expletives were falling out of my mouth whenever I found myself frustrated, which, let’s be honest, happens quite often.
And you know what? Cursing can be surprisingly effective. A well-timed “Dammit, Alex, I said no more cookies!” often gets the message across far better than, “Now, what did I say about snacks before dinner?” Similarly, a stern “Your grades need improvement” pales in comparison to “Your ass is grass.” And when I declare, “You’re full of it,” it conveys my disbelief more accurately than “I’m having a hard time believing your story.”
Initially, I felt conflicted about my language choices, but then I thought, “Why hide who I really am?” While I aim to limit swearing around my kids, I recognize that they are at an age where they will inevitably pick up on language patterns. They need to learn that there is an appropriate time and place for certain words—and that time is definitely not around me or in public. Sure, it might seem like a double standard, but hey, I’m the adult; I get to set the rules.
In many aspects of parenting, I strive to be responsible and conscientious. I ensure my kids get enough rest, eat well, complete their homework, maintain good hygiene, and treat others with kindness. This is simply one area where I don’t quite measure up. And honestly? I couldn’t care less.
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In summary, my swearing may not be the ideal example for my children, but it’s a part of who I am. As parents, we all have our quirks, and while I try to model good behavior in many areas, I also embrace my authentic self—even if that includes a bit of colorful language.