My daughter’s first word: the N-word
I’ve heard plenty of smart people debating on news programs and had plenty of people I know and respect make the case for why I should curb my use of the n-word. None of them were successful in getting me to change. But finally, ONE person was able to get through to me: she’s about 20 inches tall, loves Snoopy, and can’t even talk yet.
At 10 months old now, Sabine has been consuming everything I say and do from the moment she was born. I don’t want her to pick up bad habits, whether it’s my words or behavior. I’ve made sincere attempts in the past to stop using the n-word. All ultimately failed. This one has been working!
The word is no longer uttered in my home which is probably where I used the word most. Sure, maybe it’s too bad that this (birth of a child) is what it took for me to change, but I’ve changed. I’m personally responsible for setting an example for someone I’m molding. (Actually, isn’t that what we’re all doing? Hmmmm …)
If I come home one day, and Sabine says, “daddy! What up, my n—-?,” I think I’d definitely qualify as a bad parent.