Earlier in this year, my Mommy gave us all a scare. She fell and broke several bones, including her pelvis. It was scary because we think she laid on her floor of her apartment for about 16 hours before Bestie found her and called for help. Some of the scariest moments of my life were when I couldn’t get a hold of her and was waiting to hear if she was ok. Mommy made a full recovery but during that time was when I discovered for the first time in my life that my Mommy has the mouth of a sailor.
Because my Mommy broke her pelvis when she fell, she had to have physical therapy and go to a rehab center to get well enough to go back to her apartment. Now, luckily, she did not need any surgery. While we were in the hospital, she had physical therapy working with twice a day to walk. There we were, sitting in the ICU, when she sees the physical therapists coming towards her room. Mommy turns to me and says “Well here come those mother fuckers again”. Shocked, I looked at her, probably with my mouth hanging open and gasping at her word choice. She just looked back at me matter of factly and said “What? That is what they are. Straight up mother fuckers.”
Never in my life have I heard my Mother say words like this. Ever. I really was shocked beyond words and sat there stunned while she muttered under her breath at the physical therapists as they got her out of bed and made her walk. I am certain she used those words a few more times as well. I even heard her say she was a “foul mouthed old lady” at one point. I felt like a parent wondering where the heck she learned how to cuss like that. I mean…was my mother hanging out in biker bars or with military men when I wasnt around? Maybe I needed to put a GPS tracker on her and find out who she was spending all her time with or what movies she was watching. Was she taking a course in how to swear? Where the heck had she learned that phrase and why was she calling people that? My Mommy had never used language like that. Or at least not in the presence of her children. I decided I really couldn’t handle her calling the physical therapists that phrase so when she got back we had a conversation.
Me (still shocked): “Um Mom. You can’t call the physical therapists names.”
Mommy (indignant): “I most certainly did not call them names.”
Me (slightly giggling): “Yes you did Mom. You called them mother fuckers.”
Mommy (matter of factly): “Oh yeah. Well they are mother fuckers.”
Me (now trying not to laugh): “Oh ok. So glad to know what you think. Can we try not to call them that?”
Mommy: “Well I guess I can try. But I am not making any promises”
The next time the physical therapists came around, I braced myself. But even though she complained and muttered under her breath, she did not call them MFers. She did use a string of swear words that I have also never heard her utter as they made her walk, but she didn’t call them names. Seriously where did she learn to seear like this? When she was getting back into bed she said quite loudly “Oh kerflufflebunny”. I busted out laughing with tears running down my face. What the heck was that phrase?
Mommy: ” What are you laughing at?”
Me (in between laughs): “Kerflufflebunny? What in the world is that?”
Mommy: “Well. You told me I couldn’t call them mother fuckers any more.”
Oh Mommy. You are too funny. And yes, she made a full recovery (with a lot of swearing).
Oh yeah. I didn’t die today. I did get the shock of my life with the words that came out of my Mommy’s mouth but I didn’t die. I am Fat Girl who wonders who my Mommy hangs out with to learn such words Running. The experiment continues…