It’s hard to forget the first time my husband, Jake, let out a thundering fart in front of me. It was during our honeymoon, nearly two decades ago. We were settled into rocking chairs on the porch of a charming cabin with a view of the Pacific Ocean. As the sun set, Jake leaned over, lifted one cheek, and unleashed a sound that startled even the seagulls. He didn’t even skip a beat in our conversation. I was taken aback (pun intended), but a part of me couldn’t help but admire his carefree spirit.
My husband’s flair for flatulence is matched only by my own talent for belching. While I may not pass gas frequently, I can certainly produce a burp that would impress anyone. In public, we maintain a level of decorum, but at home, we let our bodily functions be free.
I once spoke with a friend who claimed she would be mortified if her partner ever heard her pass gas. To each their own, but I sometimes wish I could toot on cue—especially after all the times Jake has subjected me to his night-time “Dutch oven” moments. For us, these natural occurrences are simply part of life, amusing in the privacy of our home and not to be taken too seriously.
My upbringing was more restrained. I recall my father joking about “barking spiders” when he let one rip, and my mom always reminding us to say “Excuse me” after burping—a habit I still uphold, even when I’m alone. I had an older brother who turned fart jokes into an art form during sleepovers, so I was somewhat familiar with the humor surrounding such bodily functions. However, nothing prepared me for the gassiness of my in-laws.
In Jake’s family, flatulence is practically a tradition. Each member has their own distinct sound, and I can identify who is responsible without even being in the same room. It’s a quirky reality, but it has become part of our family lore—much like the adventures of trying to find the best home insemination kit, which can also be a bit of a gas, in its own way.
Our children have inherited this playful attitude toward bodily functions. I fondly remember how my toddlers would crack up at their own toots long before they could even walk. The joy of laughter surrounding such natural sounds is undeniable. After all, if babies find it funny, shouldn’t we all?
While societal norms often dictate a level of discomfort regarding bodily functions, cultural perspectives vary widely. In some cultures, a burp or fart after a meal is seen as a compliment to the chef. Regardless, we’ve instilled in our children the importance of being respectful and discreet in public settings while allowing them the freedom to express themselves at home.
This balance of courtesy and comfort has led to what I like to call our “family symphony.” When we’re just relaxing at home, the atmosphere is filled with laughter and the occasional raucous sound from our unique wind instruments. It’s much more enjoyable to embrace the humor in a hearty belch or a loud toot than to be embarrassed by it. As long as we keep our more uncouth behaviors private, it’s all in good fun.
In summary, our family philosophy can be summed up in a little verse for anyone looking to embrace this joyful chaos:
Be polite when you’re out,
Say “Excuse me,” if you shout,
But within our cozy nest,
Let the laughter and toots manifest!
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