During my son’s routine check-up at two and a half, he casually dropped the F-bomb for the first time. “How are we doing today?” the doctor asked, entering the room in his quirky tie, only to find my little one squatting beneath the exam table in search of lost coins. “Good,” my son replied, “I don’t have to get a shot and I didn’t say ‘fuck’.”
I couldn’t help but mask my shock with a firm, “We use kind words!” before distracting him with tickles, a tactic that had worked in the past. This was a new territory for us, as he had never used such language in public before, and the stakes felt higher.
Initially, I approached motherhood with perfectionist ideals (which, let’s be honest, were quite unrealistic). But now, with a four-year-old, a two-year-old, and a six-month-old, I’ve learned to set more achievable standards. If my kids’ little slip-ups occurred away from prying eyes, I could conveniently overlook them during my nightly mental replay of the day.
However, that day was different. My son had publicly declared our not-so-secret habit, and I felt a pang of worry. Sure, it was amusing to hear him say the word, especially since it was a skill he proudly showcased to others, courtesy of his father.
“Pretty sure that’s my influence,” my husband chuckled. “No, honey, I’m not rolling my eyes. Just allergies.”
Determined to steer my child away from what I feared could become a gateway to even worse language, I dug into my parenting toolkit. I tried ignoring his utterances, reasoning that it was merely a cry for attention. But he didn’t stop. I attempted to express how sad it made me feel when he used that word, only to be met with laughter. Time-outs? They backfired spectacularly.
It became clear that my son’s newfound vocabulary was here to stay. I dreaded the day I would pick him up from preschool, only to find teachers wanting a word with me about his colorful language. My husband thought it would be hilarious, but I couldn’t bear the thought of my child being the class clown while others were still figuring out how to communicate with words instead of gestures.
But the real shocker came when I faced an entirely different F-word. One day, as we drove to grab green juices, my four-year-old asked, “Mommy? Am I fat?”
His innocent query hit me like a punch to the gut. I glanced at his sweet face in the rearview mirror, unsure how to respond. “You’re perfect, every part of you! Why would you ask that?” I stammered.
“Because Zack told me last year that I have a big fat belly. But it didn’t make me sad. This year though, everyone thinks I am fat.”
The weight of his words shattered my heart.
“On the playground, some kids yell, ‘Big fat boy coming!’ when I run past them.” He spoke with a chilling nonchalance, not realizing the impact of his words on my heart.
I wanted to shield him from such hurt, to protect him from the cruelty of others. We attempted to address this through storybooks about self-love and inclusivity. My husband joined our discussions, reinforcing the idea that words from others don’t define his worth. I even consulted a therapist who advised reframing the conversation toward positivity. Thankfully, my son’s school fostered a supportive environment, addressing these issues without singling him out.
Though things improved temporarily, I knew it wouldn’t be the last time he would encounter such hurtful comments.
Part of me felt compelled to justify my son’s physique, wanting to highlight his healthy habits and active lifestyle. But ultimately, it doesn’t matter.
What truly matters is the message we send regarding the word “fat.” We need to stop using it as a descriptor for ourselves or others. Instead of warning children that sugary treats will make them “fat,” we should express the potential harm to their teeth and overall health. Let’s not reduce boys to mere jokes while we focus solely on girls’ body images.
I’ve read suggestions to reclaim the word “fat,” but our culture has ingrained the idea that FAT = BAD. It’s time for change. Your child isn’t the only one who needs protection; everyone is vulnerable to hurtful words. Just as we shield our children from inappropriate language, we must do the same with harmful terms like “fat.”
Because believe me, “fat” hurts more than any curse word ever could.
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Summary
The article dives into the significance of language, particularly the impact of the word “fat” on children’s self-esteem. It highlights a mother’s experience with her son’s innocent questions about body image, emphasizing the need to eliminate harmful language from our vocabulary. The narrative stresses the importance of fostering a supportive environment for children while addressing the deeper societal issues surrounding body image and self-worth.