Are Moms Perfect?

The answer is no!

OK, I wanted to post something hilarious and a topic I think some of you can relate to.

If you can’t, you are amazing and in control which in my opinion is a gift! I do not have this gift most of the time. I am sometimes (maybe quite a bit) out of control.

So this will be entertaining and a bit of a self-confession.

So here it is…(I’m whispering) I sometimes say bad words! It’s out, and I feel much better!

One day when I was picking up my oldest daughter, Samy, from school (she was in 3rd grade at the time), I was talking to one of her aids, and she told me about an incident Sam had that day.

(Samantha has developmental disabilities so she is on an IEP which qualifies her for extra help with her school work because she is and will always be at a different level than her peers.)

Her aid was laughing when she told me this because she thought it was quite funny!

She said they were walking back into the classroom from the ER room/study session and all her classmates were very quiet and focused on an assignment.

Samy looked around the room and promptly said, “What the hell!”

Her aid looked at me and said, “We don’t even know where she got this from, but we thought it was funny and wanted to let you know!”

Yea, translation-we all know where she got this language from, mom, wink-wink!

So it’s been about 16 years now, and she is still my only child that has voiced her opinion using expletive language not at home, but everywhere else.

She is better now and has since coined the term, “Mom…language,” which demonstrates my lack of control, sometimes (I have tried to be better as well).

Thank goodness for Samy!

The point is this; it’s OK!

My husband has always told me that the “d” word “s” word, hell and other similar words are OK if you’re dealing with livestock like cows. Especially cows!

They are not very bright, just saying!

So, I am going to make the same exception for moms in certain situations deemed appropriate and relevant to fit the circumstance at hand.

Am I justifying it?

Maybe, are there better ways to communicate the frustration that has built inside you and the only way of letting it out is in the form of a 4-letter word?

Probably, should you guilt yourself about it?

No, but working on it is a good idea and always trying to communicate using better language is an even better idea, but I’m telling you sometimes it just doesn’t happen, and it all explodes out like a volcano. (I come from a long line of volcanos.)

Don’t stress about it!

Try to be better but be you! Your kids will appreciate it, really!

One of the funniest stories about me and my lack of control issues happened about four years ago when our dog Gabby was still a puppy. I love her so much, but at this moment I wanted to string her up by her tail! (I will preface this with the following; everyone should have a dog! My opinion.) She is a golden lab, need I say anymore!

It was early December and cold. I had gone outside to make sure the cows and goats had water. She was outside with me, but she is a big chicken and would not come out to the cows with me.

At this time, she would not go past the fence line leading out to the stalls, so she was waiting for me to come back, stalking me!!

It was cold outside so I was running back to get inside, not paying attention. I had shorts on like a dummy and big clumsy boots.

One thing to note about Gabby is if you run, you are now fair game for her to chase you and take you out and this is precisely what she did.

Out of nowhere, she barged into me knocking me to the cement driveway. I ended up skinning my knee! I was so mad, I got up saying, I’m pretty sure every bad word I could think of wanting to get a hold of her and beat her (this lasted about 30 seconds), and at that moment I looked up, and she was about 20 yards away from me staring at me in disbelief!

I got control of myself and walked into the house. My husband noticed my knee, so I had to tell him what happened and he thought it was so funny because he knows my potential to react in certain situations and to this day they still talk about Gabby taking mom out!

What is the point of this story?

Be real!

Be who you are!

I always joke around saying that at my funeral my children are not going to be able to say they never heard their mom say bad words.

There will be a ton of other qualities they can talk about.

That is the point!

We are not perfect.

Your kids need to see you not be perfect. It is OK to mess up and make mistakes. What matters is how you handle it and how you teach your kids to manage it when they make mistakes because believe me we all do. Take these moments to laugh about it and move on.

Just today Sam and I were in the car driving home from her job listening to some AC DC. The song was “Highway to Hell,” well you can imagine what she said when it got to the chorus, “Mom, we can’t say that!”

Boy, do I love Sam!

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