I bend to kiss the girls as they head out the door to a birthday party at a friend’s house down the street.
With this mouth.
I tease them with an over-exuberant display of my affection. I blow kisses after them as they hurry away. Call my love out after them.
With this mouth.
My fingers linger after the final kiss is blown, linger against my lips. My thoughts wander as my thoughts often do. My thoughts wander . . . to things I have done . . . with this mouth.
With this mouth.
I have made promises. I have confided. I have encouraged the confidences of others. I have spoken words of comfort and sympathy. I have asked and answered questions. I have made myself heard. I have spoken so that others may be heard.
I have laughed.
I have said hello to people without realizing the enormous importance those people would come to play in my life. And I have spoken to others without realizing that the words I spoke were the last words I would get to say to them. I have done all of the talking and the laughing and the sharing that goes into the love that exists between those hellos and those goodbyes.
With this mouth.
I spoke wedding vows. I spoke of my dreams for a family. I kissed each of my daughters for the first time. I spoke each daughter’s name aloud for the first time.
With this mouth.
I have spoken in anger. I have apologized. I have yelled and screamed. I have whispered. I have accepted apologies and offered forgiveness. I have argued and sung and challenged and reassured and taught and hoped and prayed and encouraged and read aloud. I have insisted.
With this mouth.
I have lied. I have held my mouth closed so as to not say things I would like to say. I have protected others with silence. I have misled.
With this mouth.
I have breathed. The different mouthed breaths required for pain and joy and sorrow and agony and hatred and rapture and pride and anguish and ecstasy and hilarity and mourning . . . I have breathed all of those breaths.
With this mouth.
I have hungered. I have flirted and suggested and kissed. I have explored and licked and sucked and teased and bitten. I have silenced words and started new less verbal conversations. I have loved.
With this mouth.
I have felt pain. A lover’s angry hand. My father’s angry hand. I have felt pain.
With this mouth.
I have cursed.
I have swallowed bitterness.
I have choked on pride and humiliation.
I have begged.
With this mouth.
I have given my thoughts and memories voice.
With this mouth.
My writing here on Pretty All True? It is my voice.
My words. My thoughts. My memories.
My mouth . . . by extension.
And so to the woman who has so publicly commented and said to me . . .
“How sad that you call yourself a mom with a mouth like that! How disgusting and embarrassing for your children.”
I say this . . .
Stop fucking reading.
My words? My voice?
Are not intended for you. Move the fuck along.
I blow you a kiss goodbye.
With this mouth.
And with that mouth you have now left me speechless. Fucking awesome writing. And that woman? Should just shut her mouth.
Not everyone gets me. I am fine with that.
I get emails that I do not answer. Comments that I delete.
What I have a harder time with are public comments made in a forum that does not allow me the opportunity to respond.
And so today . . . on a Saturday . . . because I know no one reads on Saturday.
Snort!
Today, I answer this woman’s comment to answer all of those insulting and hating voices.
They need to move along.
And I am not planning on answering all of my comments on this post today. I have no need to discuss in great detail my feelings about those who despise what I do here on Pretty All True.
I have said what I wanted to say.
Love to you all.
Kris
I love you and I get you.
You have used that mouth to make us laugh, cry, think, and appreciate.
Those who do not find comfort here, shouldn’t be here.
It really is that simple.
Lovely post with an ending that shouldn’t have been necessary.
Well Kris those words were touching. I loved this. Awesome!
And BTW there’s always one uptight party pooper in the crowd. Don’t wear any of it!
what a B.I.T.C.H. You my dear are exactly what a mother should be… HERSELF!!
Who the hell is some woman to tell you that you aren’t a good mother because you you bad language. Fuck her. You are amazing mother. And your blog? Is awesome.
You are so much more than dirty words. And motherhood? Way more complex than that woman could understand.
I love your rebuttal. You fucking rock!
Good Lord, really? Honest to gawd… some people’s children.
You sound like a good mom from here, you teach them they are loved and respected even when they drive you insane.
What kind of mouth are mother’s supposed to have?!?!?!?
Well fuck her! Was someone forcing her to read this blog?!?! Standing behind her and denying her air till it’s read? Good lord.
Go the hell away lady! Let me read the blog without your opinion, thank you very fucking much.
M
I will never understand the motivation to leave hateful comments.
When I don’t like what I’m reading, and nothing constructive can come of my putting in my two cents?
I just leave.
Also? if you have one less reader, does that mean more Pretty All True for me? I feel like it must…
Good for you Kris! People can be so judgmental.
I love you and your mouth.
Well said Kris. I was going to say “fuck that woman” but then I realized that she just has a small mind. How very unfortunate for her that she can’t hear your voice and all the other ones out there that might differ from hers. Truly SEEING others is one of the great gifts of life. Thanks for sharing yourself with us. It’s a pleasure hearing your voice, no matter what it’s saying.
Fucking beautiful. And she’s a fucking coward.
I don’t get it. Why people think they need to discredit or demean something no one is forcing them to read or to be a part of. I wonder if she is a mother? What kind of mother is she facelessly and cowardly passing judgement on others?
It doesn’t matter. Nor does she.
Your mouth? Does.
Your thoughts? Do.
Your girls? Fabulous.
That woman? Ignorant.
Wow, such a cowardly move. There is no point in leaving hateful comments. It does no good.
There are too many people out there who love trying to bring everyone down around them. Their motivation? It’s the only way they can feel better about their life. Sad sad.
Hugs your blog is fucking awesome.
WTH is wrong with some people that they feel they can judge us as moms based on one blog post? Move along is right.
Love this! Bravo!