This afternoon I overheard Danyo say, "Sweet Jesus!" I quickly reprimanded him. We've been talking to him a LOT this week about what's appropriate to say and what's not. I used all three of his names and said pretty sharply, "I don't ever want to hear that again, doyouunderstandme!?" He nodded as he stood still. I saw a little sadness cross his face. I felt bad for speaking so harshly, sometimes he just gets sensitive to that kind of thing. Other times---not so much. Then he looked up at me, kind of perplexed and said, "But I thought it was funny?" I felt pretty crummy doing that to my 5 year old. I leaned down and told him I was sorry for yelling at him so sharply, especially if he thought it was funny, but that I didn't really want him saying things like that. He agreed and ran off to play.
As it turns out....
The other night while I was at class, Avee put dish soap in the dishwasher instead of detergent, and it bubbled out all over the place. Everyone surrounded the machine, staring at the bubbles, and Danyo exclaimed, "Sweet Jesus!" Apparently the timing was perfect and everyone laughed. So, he was right. It was funny, once.
These moments tend to stop me in my tracks. I get caught up in the correcting, corralling, coercing, that I forget to stop and recognize the sweet child that is getting the brunt of all my "mother of the year" actions. I want to remember his face, and speak more softly, explain more readily, ask questions before getting loud.
In my defense, that boy has been trying out lots of colorful words for size this week. The fact that he uses words we don't say around here, in perfect context, is both funny and troubling. Good thing he's my third---we just sort of address it, expect to hear it a few more times while it runs it course, and carry on. It doesn't help to have the older two giggling hysterically though.
I've said more than once, it's rare that J is funny "on his own". Most of the time he makes me laugh, he's quoting a movie. The other day, we were addressing Danyo's choice of words that particular day. He had exclaimed, "Holy sh__" while playing on the itouch, and "Shut the hell up" to Avee, totally casually because she was talking louder than he thought she should. I am shamelessly airing our dirty laundry. Mostly because I can. Also because it's not really ours. He hasn't heard those words from us. Pretty sure it's Paper Mario videos on Youtube thankyouverymuch. I put the kabosh on that!
Anyway, as we are sitting across from sweet little Danyo, we tell him there are words we just don't use. He's listening and seems readily convinced, and I think we are winding down when I hear J say, "So, there are words we just don't say, and those words are...." It took me long enough for it to register that J paused for a long time and couldn't believe I hadn't already burst out laughing. J did a funny and I missed it! I am still proud though.