While Lea and I were watching the Cowboys play football this past Sunday, Cooper was playing a video game in his room. Every now and then Lea and I could hear Cooper getting a little mad at the game he was playing. I had already told him once, “If it’s going to make you that mad, you need to just turn it off.”
A few minutes later he came into the living room walking slowly, head lowered and shoulders sagging. That was so different than his usual 100 mph pace. With a sad look on his face he looked up at his mom and confessed, “Mom, I just said a bad word.”
“Why did you say a bad word?” Lea asked.
Now unwilling to make eye contact and almost whispering from shame, “I got mad at my game,” Cooper said.
“Cooper, I’d like to know what it is that you said,” his momma replied.
At this point I’m cutting my eyes around to see if I can hear the word he said. I’m thinking to myself, “He’s too young to know any cuss words.” I even got a little angry as I thought to myself, “He better not have learned this word from his big brothers!!!”
“I don’t think I want to repeat it out loud,” Cooper said.
“Then just whisper it in my ear,” Lea said.
He leaned in close and whispered something in his mother’s ear. I strained to hear. Then he looked up at her to see her reaction. Lea gave him that sweet motherly smile that said, “It’s going to be alright” and then told him, “It’s okay, but how about we not use those bad words anymore.” And off he went back to the room feeling better after his confession.
He wasn’t even out of the room good before I was saying, “What did he say?” thinking of the worst.
Then Lea smiled and said, “He said he called the game a ‘stinking idiot.'”
Oh, how I wish my heart was still that tender.