My sweet innocent little girl has officially learned her first really bad word. The nice thing is she didn't believe it was a word at all. We were laying in bed the other night and Grace said something about "potty words". To which I said, "Like what?" She then gave me the normal list:
Yes, I agreed those are all bad words. Then she said:
"Mama, Alex (the 3 year old next door) keeps saying a word, but I don't think it's really a word."
Me: "What's the word?" I couldn't really understand her so I asked her to repeat it, then spell it.
Sh** (Yes, she spelled it correctly). My heart sank. "Yep, that's a bad word Grace. A really really bad word that we don't ever want to say."
Grace: "So what's it mean?"
Tim: "It doesn't matter what it means. You just should never say it."
Grace: "OK" (after asking a few more times)
As a parent, I just felt horrible. Now that word is stuck in my baby's head. And as long as she plays with the neighbors she's probably going to hear it again. It's not that I want to put her in a coccoon (we'll maybe) it's that I want to keep her as pure and innocent as I can for as long as possible. Isn't it my job as a parent to keep her safe? I'm all about letting her grow and experience life, but I truly believe as a parent it's up to me to make sure she does that within some boundaries. Tim said that we're lucky that she made it to the age of 8. I guess he's right, but it still feels sad. My baby is growing up and fast.