9-23-12
I don’t know if it was because a goal was scored against us or if I was just frustrated with a particular play. Either way, I must have uttered the phrase aloud. Oh the horror for those two moms who were subjected to it must have experienced when the super offensive word fell from my mouth. No kids heard it, but clearly it would have caused a riot of epic proportions had it entered their ear canal. Thank goodness I was notified of the indiscretion.
I said “dammit”.
Hold on a second. You mean to tell me there was a whole mess of fuss over the crazy expletive that hasn’t been considered offensive since Gone With the Wind? A word that is used routinely in just about all network television shows during prime time? How is it that ANYONE can possibly find this to be somehow harmful to the youth of America?
As if it wasn’t absurd enough to be scolded for this crazy and horrid lapse in judgment, it wasn’t just because of the word. The other complaint that accompanied the soap put in my mouth was the tone of word. The mom told me it was much too harsh and negative. She was worried that if the kids had heard it they would think that I was angry with them over something in the game.
Are you kidding me with this? These are kids who are between the ages of 6 and 9. Is this woman actually suggesting that a grownup expressing some form of disappointment was such a foreign concept for the kids that I was corrupting them? Have all of these boys been such saints that not one of them has been yelled at or perhaps yelled about in close proximity? Haven’t all of them seen Transformers or any other one of many flicks that drop the “D” bomb countless times in the 120 minutes of screen time?
I am a pretty opened minded mother. There have been countless naked days at my house. We don’t sugar coat if we can help it and are good about using correct words for things like pregnancy. My boys know that the baby doesn’t come from the stomach. They know the fetus grows in the uterus.
One of the big things in my house is language. I am a firm believer in colorful words. Sometimes those words are large. Sometimes they are made up. And sometimes (let’s be honest, most of the time) those words are as George Carlin dubbed them, the seven words you can never say on television. My 6 year swears like a sailor. This is not surprising since his mother does. However, he isn’t just going around saying “fuck”. He is using it when appropriate and although it may sound a little odd to hear a little kid use the word so casually, it is surprisingly natural once you are around him for a bit.
Words should never be called “bad”. Sure, there are words that can cause hurt feelings or words that mean some horrible things. There are words that are not allowed in certain settings and words that can trigger bad memories. But they are just that; words. Children should not be taught that any aspect of language is a bad thing. Isn’t it better to show them how to use words to their advantage? They should embrace all words as these wonderful tools at our disposal that we can use to express ourselves in ways people didn’t always get to do.
In addition to teaching them about the power of communication, we need to explain to them that sometimes we get upset. Sometimes we get angry. Sometimes we get so overwhelmingly happy we can hardly contain ourselves. Look at Bono, the lead singer of U2. While on an awards show, he was so shocked by the accolades, he announced that it was “fucking brilliant!” Is this truly something that we should shelter our children from? Was he bashing our offspring with vulgar profanity or was he simply embracing his joy in the most expressive way he knew how?
I recognize I am in the minority on my word war. I know that how I am around my kids is not how I am always allowed to be around other peoples’ children. Just as I teach the boys that although they can say “shit sucks” in my house, they must say “things are not good” in school because of rules. Rules dictate how we are as a society. I was at an AYSO function as acting coach and as much as I think that “shit sucks” I also have to say “things are not good.”
Despite being bound by rules, I still hope that parents these days would get their heads out of the sand. I have always been a pretty bad helicopter parent in lots of situations. But even I have never sheltered my boys from basic human emotion. My kids should see me cry. My kids should see me angry. My kids should be able to see me frustrated that their team was scored against. It doesn’t mean I don’t still cheer. It doesn’t mean I don’t still love them. It just means I was bummed for that moment, and I used a word to get it out. That is what makes me sad for these other parents. They are raising kids who will be those grownups who will expect everything handed to them. They will be kids that will grow up thinking it is better to keep emotions all bottled up until they bubble out in a harmful way. I can assure you, I would much rather have a kid with lots of minor outbursts than one who goes up on the clock tower.
So other moms, I am sorry I pushed you out of your comfort zone into real life. Any scarring I may have done to your kid will probably result in years of therapy on both your part. Either that or every kid out on that field that day will tell you the same damn thing; Coach Gena is awesome, dammit!