As a mom to 2 kids 5 and under, I am always censoring myself, and our environment. Trying to eliminate the exposure of profanity, sexuality and basically anything that my little innocent children will repeat, question or absorb far too early. If it were up to me, life would be sunshine, rainbows and glitter dust all contained in a perfectly tinted pink bubble.
But I know years will pass, my sweet little angels will grow and learn about the world, the good and the bad. I’ll hope that I’ve raised them to be kind, compassionate and confident girls who treat people with respect and who demand respect for themselves. But no matter how much of the noise, I work so hard to filter out of their ears, I know what they are really learning from is my behavior. My actions. Not necessarily the lessons I’m telling them, but more in the lessons I’m showing them. And this is why, we don’t use the F word in our house.