I’m a big proponent of modeling the kind of person you want your kids to be. Loving. Kind. Honest. Faithful. Honoring God in all things, including our words. You know, that kind of person.

Too bad I didn’t do that.

And tonight at supper, my husband found out from our kids just what a potty mouth I have. For the record, I always deny our kids using “poopy” words, and it never dawned on me that I’m the one using the booty words.

Somehow during supper, between my daughter getting up to heat up a corn muffin and my father-in-law telling her there was no butter to spread on it, my husband overheard her say these words. “Alrighty then, Daddy, I wish cheese tasted the same as butter then ‘cuz Grandma has a buttload of cheese in the fridge.”

Rut-roh. That word sounded strangely familiar.

His eyebrows raised. “How much is a buttload exactly?”

And then she threw me right under the bus. “Well, Mama says it’s about the same as a crap ton.” 🤦🏼‍♀️

Shoot.

After 14 years of marriage, I knew the further rise of his hairline meant I shouldn’t use those words with the kids so often, or ever. 

He’s over it now and we’re chilling out for a snuggly movie night but unfortunately, my thoughts are stuck on my mouth.

It could be worse. There are far worse words that could be spilling out of my mouth. But the thing is, it kind of sounds terrible coming out of my kids mouths and it’s not something I want them saying in public so I must stop saying it in private.

Gotta model the person I want my kids to emulate. And a potty mouth just isn’t it.

Whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God. 1 Corinthians 10:31

Here’s to being more mindful, more intentional, and more thoughtful about the words I say because there are always little ones listening. While sometimes it feels as if they don’t hear a thing, they pick up far more than we give them credit for. 💙

Goals: Use language that glorifies God.