The other night the girls were sitting at the dining room table while I was making dinner. Maya was in her booster seat drooling happily, while Anna was kneeling on the dining room chair coloring a picture. Suddenly, Anna accidentally knocked a crayon off of the table, sending it flying to the ground where it promptly broke in half. Dismayed, Anna looked down at the broken crayon, sighed deeply, and exclaimed, "Oh, damn it!"I was filled with a strange mixture of amusement, shock, and horror. Granted, as curses go, "damn it" is pretty benign -- a far cry from the F-dash-dash-dash word, to be sure. Still, even as I fought the powerful urge to laugh, my stomach clenched with shame -- I'm nearly certain that she heard it from me.
I'm sure that hearing your child's first swear word is something of a parenting rite of passage*, and I know that I'm certainly not the only parent whose kid has uttered a naughty word or phrase. (Hey, at least we weren't in public, right?) But that doesn't make me feel much better. After all, first step swearing -- next step delinquency!
*In the spirit of full disclosure, I actually remember my own first curse word. I was about 4 -- roughly as old as Anna is now -- and was searching for the perfect name to give the stuffed dog I had just received to go with my Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls. Every name I came up with lacked that certain je ne sais quoi I was searching for....and then, suddenly, the perfect name came to me: Raggedy Shit. (I swear I am not making this up.) I remember running into the laundry room where my mother was sorting clothes and announcing, "Mommy! I named my dog 'Raggedy Shit'!" Of course, she wore an expression probably identical to the one I wore the other night. Although I don't recall the ensuing conversation, I imagine it was a lot like the one I had with Anna....and I distinctly remember being forced to select a new name for my dog.