My husband, Mark, didn’t fully embrace the art of farting in front of me until our honeymoon. That moment, 18 years ago, is etched in my memory. We were relaxing in rocking chairs on the porch of a charming cabin with a stunning view of the Pacific Ocean. As we enjoyed our conversation and admired the scenery, my handsome spouse leaned over, lifted one cheek off the chair, and let out a thunderous fart—without missing a beat in our discussion.
I was taken aback, and honestly, a bit impressed. Mark’s talent for unabashed flatulence rivals my own prowess in belching. While I don’t fart often, oh, do I know how to burp like a champion! Out in public, we maintain an air of decorum, but within our home, we allow our bodily functions to shine.
A friend once expressed her embarrassment at the thought of her husband hearing her pass gas. Really? I sometimes wish I could toot on command, especially to get back at Mark for all the times he’s created a “Dutch oven” in our bed. We see these moments as a natural part of life—perfectly fine, and even humorous, in the privacy of our family.
My upbringing was far more restrained. I recall my dad occasionally blaming “barking spiders” for his farts, and I was taught to say “Excuse me” after burping (a habit I still uphold, even alone—thanks for the training, Mom!). My older brother had friends over for sleepovers, so I was acquainted with the antics of lighting farts on fire. However, my childhood home was considerably less gassy than my current household.
This is the reality of marrying into a family that embraces their flatulent tendencies. I’ve lost count of how many inside jokes have emerged over my in-laws’ toots. Each family member has their own unique sound, and I swear I can identify who’s responsible from another room! Is that something to be proud of? Probably not, but it is our reality.
Our children have enthusiastically adopted this gassy legacy. I can’t be mad at them; after all, farts are funny! I remember my little ones giggling at their own toots long before they could walk. Burps too. Why do these sounds elicit such laughter? I suppose it’s nature’s way of encouraging us to find joy in the silly moments.
Culturally speaking, discomfort with bodily functions varies widely. In some societies, a burp or fart after a meal is seen as a compliment to the chef. However, universally, anything that emits a foul odor tends to be frowned upon. Perhaps there’s a fine art to it in those cultures.
Of course, we teach our kids to be discreet and polite in public settings. We encourage them to practice good manners at our dinner table, which is crucial for instilling decent habits (like burping quietly or leaving the room if they need to fart). But when we’re just lounging at home? Let’s just say our household becomes a concert of wind instruments. C’est la vie!
Bodily functions are a part of life, and we choose to embrace them. It’s far more enjoyable to laugh at a loud burp or a resonant fart than to be embarrassed by them. As long as we keep our antics confined to our home, we revel in the humor of our bodily sounds.
To encapsulate our family philosophy in a fun way that you can borrow:
- Be polite when you’re out,
- Say, “Excuse me,” if you’re in doubt.
- But at home with just our crew,
- Let it rip—it’s what we do!
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In summary, we’ve created a home where humor is our guiding principle, even in the most unexpected situations. Embracing the reality of our bodily functions brings us closer as a family and fills our lives with laughter.