People are often known for the things they say. Quote books are still ever so popular and pinterest is just filled with endless inspirational and funny sayings.
Well I think I’m known for saying 3 things quite often:
Life is good.
I don’t have to be perfect to have something to offer.
and
You are your choices. That’s a good choice or a poor choice.
I took a parenting class when Rebecca was 6 months old. I was a single parent and was desperate to be the best mom I could be. In this class, I remember the teacher saying, “Now listen here ladies! Your kids are not bad or good. Their choices are.”
It really stuck with me. So I have always told my kids that when they make a poor choice – that I’m not happy with their choice, but I love them regardless.
So my kids would always ask, “Is that a poor choice?” or tattle on each other by saying, “Mom, Ben made a poor choice!”
To put the following story into context, I’ll need to give you a little background.
My grandfather was a Southern Baptist Minister. My mom was the oldest of 3 children and was the good, never strayed, pastor’s daughter. My mom was straight as an arrow and remains that way to this day. She never cursed or used ANY proper anatomical terms. It was just my sister and I, so she was spared from discussing boy parts with us very often. To this day, she still refers to our parts as muffins or doodlebugs and states that boys have wingy wangies (is there a proper spelling for that?)
I swore to myself that when I had children I would use proper anatomical terms.
Later in life, I had 3 children, ages 3, 4, and 7. Our only son Ben, was sandwiched in the middle. The day inevitably came when Emily noticed that Ben looked different than her in the bathtub. When she asked for an explanation, I plainly told Emily and Ben that we are made different and unique, just how God planned it. I then told them exactly what they were called.
Well Emily became beyond obsessed with the terms. She must have said, “Ben has a penis and I have a vagina,” at least 1,000 times. Soon, it became over the top. If Ben would play ball and it would hit her leg, she would scream, “Mom, Ben threw the ball and almost hit my vagina.”
The final straw was at the park when she screamed it once more and every adult’s head turned and then looked at me. The time came for the talk…
“Emily, it is now a poor choice to use the words penis or vagina, unless it is to Daddy, Mommy, or your doctor. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mom. So vagina is a poor choice?”
“Yes, Emily. Vagina is a poor choice.”
About 2 weeks passed and we were in our local Safeway. Our checkout guy, Bob, was really friendly and he always helped me unload my cart when I was sick the year prior.In front of us, was this 50 y/o ish man who had just finished buying several bottles of wine. Ben was outside the cart unloading groceries and standing right next to the man. Emily was in the cart and unloading the fruit, her favorite thing to do at that time.
All of a sudden, the man walks away and notices something is not right on his receipt. Bob had already started scanning my groceries. The man yells “Hey, you charged me wrong. This was supposed to be, $7 per bottle, not $11.” Bob takes a look at the receipt and politely says, “No, it is correct. If you will wait just a few minutes, I’ll take you back to see the $7 bottles.”
The man slams his checkbook down on the conveyor belt and screams, “God dammit, fix it now!”
And before Bob could say a word, Ben taps the man on the back and states “God dammit is a poor choice!” And without missing a step, Emily exclaims, “Vagina is a poor choice too!”
At this point all color from my face had been depleted and I’m looking for the nearest cart that I can hide behind. The man picks up his checkbook and walks away. Bob looks at my kids and says, “Thanks kids. Each of you can pick out your own free candy. It’s on me!”
And that only illustrates to me that children do listen to everything we say. Sometimes literally.
Disclaimer: I normally don’t write about penises and/or vaginas. I’ll probably get a few interesting followers on twitter as a result. Also just typing exactly what was said. Not a fan of writing profanity personally :)
I would love to know what you are known for saying! Please share.
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Comments
Sharonne
I love your stories!
maryann perry
i think i just peed my pants….i so needed to read this today….love you sweet friend!!!
Jenny
Thanks Sharonne and Maryann! I was thinking about it yesterday after something Sam said, and thought I’d share the story.
Michelle
I already commented on FB, but I have been laughing to myselft all morning long. Maybe it was the fact that I read it at 330am because I couldn’t sleep, but it was exactly what I needed to take my mind off of things. Thanks again for challenging us.
Jenny
It seems like a lot of people read this last night during their insomniac periods. Glad I could make you giggle. It still makes me smile, 5 years later.
Lisa Muniz
That is such a funny story! I agree with using the proper terms, by the way. If you can’t say those words to your children now, how will you have “the big talks” later? We’ve always used the proper terms, with funny outcomes sometimes, too. Sophie asked me once “Is Barney (the dinosaur) a boy or a girl?” I said “Barney is a boy.” to which my 2 year old Sophie replied “but I don’t see his penis?”. Too funny!
Jenny
Oh that’s so funny, Lisa. I think all of us have wondered at one time or another what gender Barney is!
Ashley
This story is hilarious! Out of the mouths of babes. Thanks for sharing.
Jenny
Thanks Ashley for stopping by. Oh the things they will say. This was definitely on top of my cringe factor list!
Marna
That is so funny…especially since I know you AND your mom!! How cute!
Jenny
Thanks Marna! It is even funnier when you know mom.
Christine
New to your blog thanks to your hubby and Becky Higgins. My now 16 year old son stood up in a very packed church on Christmas Eve when he was 3 and announced “Jesus is a big butthead.” where is that invisibility cloak when you need it?
Jenny
Welcome, Christine! And I just shared this with Jeff! Yes, indeed as parents we need Harry Potter’s cloak for certain. Thanks for stopping by.
Julianne
Loved your story, Jenny. My cousin shared the link on her blog. It was my sister who learned to watch her tongue with my son. While she was shopping with my then 2 year old son he got lost among the racks of clothes. She began searching for him just as she heard him loudly proclaim, “Where the h*** are you?” my sister’s expletive of choice. Ah, payback. I think she really didn’t want to claim him after that outburst.
Jenny
Hi Julianne! Oh my- out of the mouth of babes. We have all been there. And I’ve definitely had more moments where I wanted to walk away and not claim my children for a few minutes. Thanks for sharing- loved it!
Jane
We went for the anatomically correct word too. One reason for this is my sister in a primary school teacher that is age 5-12 years here in Ireland. As part of the ‘stay safe’ curriculum, which includes things like bullying and self-esteem, it includes two key ideas to help protect children from sexual predators: one idea is there is no such thing as an unpleasant secret – secrets are for birthday cakes and the like, and the second is saying ‘no’ to things that make you feel uncomfortable and sharing with a trusted adult. Part of this second idea is
: for children (or indeed anyone else) to accurately explain what happened for which you need unambiguous terms.
Wow this is a bit of weird thing to be saying on someones blog but in the interest of helping keep children safe, I thought it might be worth sharing.
On a lighter note, we too have had similar experiences to the incident you describe – it is certainly more funny afterwards!
Regards
Jane
Jenny
Jane, thanks so much for your comment. As a mom of 4 kids, I always want to make sure my children are safe. You are so right. It is always funnier after the moment when I am dying in embarrassment.
Cathie
I love this post so so much. Whenever I think of this story I always chuckle. So, I share this (and your blog, of course) with other moms who I know would find this funny.
And I have taken to using the phrase “poor choice” with my 4 year old who is so sensitive and takes anything negative so personally. I’ve found it helpful when parenting him because I can reinforce that I love him and that he’s a good boy (because he really is) who makes a “poor choice” from time to time.
Thanks for sharing!
Jenny
Thanks Cathie! I use poor choice SO much now and I think it even more when in situations like today!
It is a pet peeve of mine when people call kids naughty or bad now that I use the word poor choice. It really takes the focus off of the child and puts it onto their behavior(s).
Thanks for sharing this story and my blog. I’m really loving this journey.
Helena
I think it’s funny that teaching our kids the correct terms actually makes it easier for us to deal with. My husband was a bit horrified at first, but now is laughing with the rest of us. I think it helps that our 2 year old son has joined in on the action and it’s not just girls doing the talking. Here’s a conversation our girls had a couple of years ago:
http://azreadinglady.blogspot.com/2010/01/conversation-you-wont-hear-in-sauer.html