As a physician and a parent, I find myself at odds with those who clutch their pearls at the sound of a well-placed expletive. To those who judge my choice of words, I say, “Get over it.” My children, much like your own, are resilient and adaptable, and they certainly don’t mind when I express myself with a bit of flair.
My daughters, Emma and Jake, have grown accustomed to my occasional use of adult language. They barely notice when I let a few choice words slip, and despite my ability to communicate without swearing, why should I limit my expression? They still ask me to tuck them in at night, even after a day filled with colorful language. If anything, my choice of words doesn’t diminish their love for me; if anything, it adds a layer of authenticity to our communication.
The Power of Language
While there are certainly moments when swearing isn’t appropriate, in the context of our everyday lives, it’s quite normal. Interestingly, some studies suggest that those who use strong language are often perceived as more creative and honest. My children, aside from a brief phase at age three, have not adopted foul language themselves. We refer to these words as “adult words,” and they understand that they can use them responsibly when they are older.
Critics often argue that as a parent, I should set a better example. And while I respect that viewpoint, I also believe that language is a beautiful and complex tool. My hope is that my children will appreciate the versatility of our language, recognizing that a word like “fuck” can take on many forms—noun, verb, adjective, and beyond.
Facing Criticism
What frustrates me is the judgment I face from those who deem me a poor parent based on my use of certain words. If you’re going to critique my parenting, at least use a more meaningful metric—like how my kids are thriving. They’re growing into intelligent and witty individuals, and I credit our open and expressive environment for allowing them to flourish.
Not long ago, someone named Sarah warned me that my kids would resent me for my language, turning into rebellious troublemakers. On the contrary, they adore me and the life we build together. I host playful gatherings, coach their sports teams, and whip up delicious pancakes. Plus, I’ve mastered the art of muttering exclamations under my breath, so those who are uncomfortable can rest easy.
It’s also worth noting that I don’t speak to my children in a derogatory manner. Most of my exclamations are about everyday frustrations, like “Oh no! We’re late!” rather than insults. I believe humor and self-expression are essential to life. I’d rather my kids feel free to express themselves than limit their creativity by adhering to rigid norms.
Ultimately, it’s about perspective. Should my child decide to get a tattoo or pierce her ears, I’ll support her choices, but I’ll encourage her to think carefully about them. It’s all about fostering good character and making positive choices, regardless of the occasional colorful language.
So, to those who disagree with my language, I say: focus your energy on more pressing issues. My children’s well-being is my top priority, and a few expletives here and there won’t change that.
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Summary
In conclusion, my use of adult language has not hindered my children’s growth or our relationship. It’s essential to create an open environment where self-expression is valued. Judgments about my parenting style based on language alone miss the broader picture. What matters is that my children are happy, healthy, and thriving.