When I was a kid, my mom was a stickler for us, or me and siblings, using the “right” words when speaking with her. When calling our names, she asked that we say, “Yes,” not “yep” or “Huh? or “What?” It had to yes something, “yes, maam,” “yes, mom,” “yes, I’m here in the bathroom (pretending to brush my teeth.”)
As a child, I never got the big deal of my mom’s language concerns. I never got how the switching out of words that seemingly mean the same thing could matter or mean so much.
Well, that is, until I became a mom. Last week, my toddler began to say “yep” instead of “yes.” So, instead of “Yes, mommy” when I ask if she’s seen my car keys (usually they’re in the trash), she’ll say “yep.” No doubt, I use “yep” all the time. And yep v yes is not tragic. It’s not a big deal, at all.
I know that she can say “yes” and that Harvard will not bar her admission if when she responds with “yep” when asked if she thinks she’d be a good candidate for their engineering program…Or will they?
And therein lies the tragedy of in-the-moment parenting. Obsession and thoughts about things that really won’t prove to be a big deal but that seem a big deal in the moment when you overthinking your child’s future.
But that’s my time. It’s been 5 minutes right? Yep.