Evelyn asked me yesterday, "Mom, is 'f____' a bad word?" (She SAID the word, obviously, that I won't WRITE, obviously...and it sounded so jarring, although there is still something sweet in hearing a tender, young little voice say a horrible word she doesn't understand with such innocence and sincerity.)
"Yes, it's a terrible word." She asked me what it meant. I skirted deftly around that, proceeding to tell her how and why people used it, and that there were zillions of much more acceptable, thoughtful, creative, and intelligent ways to tell people you are upset about something or angry with them.
I heaved a big sigh of sadness yesterday. It is beginning. Here's to more open conversations with these beautiful girls...and zillions more conversations with God about how to handle them. Like the conversation that ANSWERS her second question instead of AVOIDING it. :)
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