My daughter is perfect. She is amazing in every way. Lately, however, I have seen some infractions that I am embarrassed about. These infractions all are because of her parents.
I am not proud of passing down certain flaws to my daughter, and I know her daddy isn’t pleased, either. This column is going to concentrate on the flaws I have taught my daughter, but next week will concentrate on her daddy’s behavior.
So let’s start with small things first. Lately, I have seen my daughter pick her nose. This is definitely my fault. She apparently has seen me while I am getting ready in the morning. I have a system of trying to be booger-free during the day. I will blow my nose. Then I will work on getting any strays. You see, I am a teacher, and it would be ridiculous if I were to have boogers hanging out my nostrils.
Being so diligent in my mission, Hannah Jo has been seen digging for gold. This usually occurs while driving in the car or playing on her iPad. I remind her that it is not good manners to pick her nose. Even though it is gross, I am grateful she doesn’t eat them.
Another defect of mine is chewing with my mouth open. I was made aware of this back in high school. My best friend said that I chewed like a cow. I was mortified, yet I can’t break the habit. I take small bites. I even chew slowly. It’s the craziest thing. I am very conscientious about this, yet Hannah Jo is chewing like an animal, too. Again, I remind her that it is not lady-like.
Finally, the most embarrassing flaw of them all is swearing. Every now and then, a curse word will fly out of my mouth, which, again, is strange because I am a teacher. I have trained myself to say “ouchie” or “yikes” when I hit my elbow or something. Unfortunately, these words haven’t been transferred to motherhood.
At first, when Hannah Jo swore, she didn’t know what it meant. Then, with practice, she has been able to use the “s” word in correct context. As shameful as it is, I do believe that some curse words can be effective at times. Most of the time it is disrespectful, so I certainly don’t promote it. I explain to Hannah Jo that it is naughty and not classy.
Funny as all these might be, I realize how important it is to rid her of these ill-mannered habits. Modeling good habits is of the utmost importance to me. Although, I know my habits could be a lot worse. And I can’t be that hard on myself as a mama because, shoot, I am human too!
• Becca Hirst is a proud DeKalb resident who writes about her life as a working mother. She hopes to bring more enjoyment to and less shaming and judging of herself and other mothers. Reach her at firstname.lastname@example.org.