My Mom Cusses

The first time I remember my mom cussing I was shocked.  Terribly shocked obviously, if I recall it all these years later.

We were outside.  In front of the house.  On bicycles, oddly enough.  I don’t ever recall my mom being on a bicycle before or since.  We were going to ride to her sister’s house.

I have no idea where the other kids were.  Because if I was old enough to ride a bicycle with my mom that means there were kids younger than me in the household.

Come to think of it, I don’t recall ever doing anything in my childhood life with my mom, alone,  other than this.

And quite honestly I don’t even remember the bike ride.

Probably because of the shock of it all.

I do recall standing out front, with my foot on the curb.  Mom and I were both “on” our bikes but just standing there.  We heard the phone ring.  She made me run in to answer it.   Which means of course I had to get off of the bike, run through the yard, jump through the hedges in front of the house that we often jumped through instead of walking around.  Go through the living room, hallway, in the kitchen take a hard right curve in to the dining room where the phone sat upon a phone stand.

I ran like the wind.  I’m sure of this.

I got to the phone.

Picked it up.

Dial tone.

Of course they hung up as I picked it up.

Understandably.  If the phone rang often in our house then no one was there.  Which would also have been unusual.  Usually when you called our house it was answered quickly by fighting siblings racing for the phone.

I went back out and got on the bike as mom asked who it was.

I told her they had hung up when I picked up the phone.

This was back in the day of ….just house phones.    No answering devices.    No electronic recording of the number that had dialed our house.

Back in the day when the phone rang and you said “Hello?” or heaven help the child who answered it with “hi” or “talk to me” or “what!?”

I sat on the bike and mom said…

It still shocks me…

“What the hell Colleen!”     I swear, I really ran like the wind.  The curtains fluttered as I breezed through the house.

I kid you not.  I was traumatized.

This eventually led to her over the top cussing of “damn” and as an adult I heard her say “shit” quite often.

Progressive parenting.

It will be the decline of us.

Life was different before that event.

I’m glad I never cuss/cussed in front of my kids.  Probably would have had the same affect on them.

53 thoughts on “My Mom Cusses

  1. This reminds me of the first time my late husband heard my mother curse. (I am really a sailor in my offline life, so he knew it about me.) We were on the porch, and something slipped in his attempt not to be profane around Momma in a full-hearted attempt to be the “good son in law”. He apologized, rather beet-faced. Momma said, “Oh, by all means. Watch your fn language.” I nearly fell off the porch laughing.
    xxx

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    • I think I love your mom! I was waiting for one of my kids to get on here and call me out. I cuss. A lot. I expect mom will get on here and call me out as well. 😉 Let’s see what happens….

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  2. I don’t think I ever heard my father curse. I spent a lot of time around his brother working on the farm and he more than made up for it. He was one of those who turned the air blue when he went off on a rant. In their own way they both influenced my youth.

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  3. Today they even curse in TV and in commercials over here, I have problems to handle it, because it’s not needed too. It’s like that commercials that can effect kids – can’t be sent during day time .. but they can curse in commercials after 8pm. I curse not so much now as I have done – but I don’t do it in front or in company of children. It’s I never walk against red light if a kid is standing there too.

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    • I’m not proud of this Viveka, but I do cuss. And my kids have heard me. I try not to cuss in front of little people. I like your example of not crossing against red as well. I wrote this “tongue in cheek” fully expecting my mom and kids to call me out. I will assume they just haven’t seen it yet. 😉

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      • I have spelled wrong again … cuss it should be. I cuss when ever I feel for it .. expect when kids are present.
        When I was working, I was terrible … but everybody a kitchen cusses, that kind of environment, but no excuse.
        Not necessary to cuss on national TV channels, don’t understand why we allow that.

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  4. Oh the shame of it. lol! I honestly can’t remember a time when my mother (or father) didn’t use salty language. And they wondered where there kids got it from… 😉

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    • 🙂 You know how I feel about “feck”. I love it! It does NOT ring in my ears like that other word. Totally different.

      I’m glad “crap” isn’t a curse word. It’s one of my staples. As a word I mean! 🙂

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  5. My friend and I try not to cuss at work, what we do is save the cussing for something really important and try to do it only once a month. I really have to be careful because our little dude hones in on that kind of stuff and it sounds terrible.

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  6. My mom had a mouth like a toilet, and my dad’s matched hers. They’d take it in turns to curse the holy hell out of each other, and I learned at a young age, every swear word in the book. I love a good curse every now and again, and my husband has tried for years to cure me, even though he’s not so bad at it himself! It wasn’t fun hearing my parents go at each other, but I now only curse for the fun of it!

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    • So I’m not the only one that gets a good laugh out of a well placed curse? 😉

      As a rule my parents did not cuss in front of us as children. Which is why the “hell” was so shocking to me.

      Now, as an adult….Mom has loosened up a good bit. 😉

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  7. WHAT IN THE NAME OF A BIG RATS ASS ARE YOU TALKJNG ABOUT KLINK? NEVER RODE A BIKE TO MY SISTERS HOUSE!! WHICH SISTER MIGHT THAT BE THAT WE COULD GET THERE ON A BIKE?? HUH? EXPLAIN PLEASE.#@*&#@

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  8. WHAT IN THE NAME OF A BIG RATS ASS ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT KLINK?? NEVER RODE A BIKE TO A SISTERS HOUSE! WHICH SISTER WOULD BE CLOSE ENOUGH TO RIDE TO I ASK YOU…..THINK YOU BETTER CHECK YOUR FACTS MY DEAR. HAVEN’T CUSSED IN YEARS.”#@$%#@;&%?

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  9. I’m afraid I am guilty of cussing…a lot of the time..the s word in fact…my mama never cussed, neither did my dad…we picked it up from the generous mouths, er, folks around us…it’s got a lot to do with my temper…and my beloved’s…

    I do try not to in front of the kids…and they know when they hear me it’s because I’m not perfect….oh my I’m going to ruin my kids 😦

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