We're at the point now where Some Boy is a big time talker. It makes me so happy to see his vocabulary grow. Even his desire to talk has increased. Just the other day he ran out to the driveway and started shouting, “You going to work dada? Be safe. I love you!”
What I did not expect was the terrible feelings their words would leave me with. Like this horrible longing feeling I now get now when I go to work. I do get to call him on the phone when I miss him and listen to him tell me about watching Thomas or Frozen and all his fort building exploits. I don't even mind the questions being repeated and answer confirmed at least three times.
What is not allowed, however, is his use of the forbidden four letter word. The “C” word. I never thought I'd have to teach my son not to say this word so young. My mom and dad taught me not to say it when I was about ten years old. A real man never does. It is one of the most offensive words to use in our household.
For the sake of learning, I will type the word (as I am not allowed to say it).
C*&$. Uh, sorry. It's hard.
CT. I can do it. For you.
C#NT. Woo. This is a bit harder than I thought. I can do it.
Yes. I now have to teach Some Boy the forbidden nature of this terrible word. It's not easy and it takes persistence but should teach him both the power of effort and the pay off through persistence. Someday he is going to be faced with a difficult task or obstacle and the response he should never say is, “I can't.” Because we want him to know he can. Mama didn't raise no quitter.
Right now it's mostly related to us asking him to “put on your shoes” or “pick up your toys.” It is also very important for him to know that it's an unaccepted response to what mama and dada tell him to do.
“That's a bad word. A no no word.”