Looking in a Mirror
Recently, my 5-year old daughter Cupcake and I were in conversation as I was putting away groceries. She looked up from her coloring book and answered me with a curt, “Umm….yeahhh!” Dripping from her response was enough gumption and edginess to give a glimpse of Cupcake as an adolescent…and I was scared.
Shocked by her response, I asked her where she had learned to say such a thing. Cupcake looked at me puzzled, and in a completely innocent manner, she answered, “From you Mommy. When you were talking with Daddy?”
Oh. Guilty indeed. The Husband and I had been in a mild disagreement earlier that day, and I had broken out a couple of attitude-filled zingers. I hadn’t been aware of little ears observing our quibble, nor was I expecting to hear it mimicked back to me.
I have to admit: I didn’t like it one bit. I didn’t like hearing how I sounded to The Husband, and I did not like how it sounded coming out of my daughter’s mouth!
As much as I try to always set a good example for my kids and teach them the positive, polite things in life, they are exposed to every side of me. Every. Side.
It never ceases to amaze me how much my children pick up from me…whether I want them to or not.