My mom still makes it a goal to not drop the “f-bomb” at every family gathering but almost never makes it. Generally she has gotten better about it, I think last Thanksgiving she made it til we sat down to eat.
But until we were about 17 or so, my sister and I knew those were “mommy’s words” and it wasn’t too scaring.

Mom didn’t even like it when we said “sucks” or “crap” We were NOT allowed to curse in front of her. Now that we’re adults, she occasionally drops the F-Bomb or an expletive, but she insists that potty language is almost never necessary.

My mother very rarely cursed – but she was famous for flipping people off in the car – she had severe road rage.

My mom rarely swore, only the few instances where her anger towards the situation at hand would provoke her usually. Oddly enough myself and my two older brothers ended up being adults that swear up and down though her or my father never seem to mind. She says were not saying anything people haven’t said before, we just say things in a different way than her generation.

For those of us who actually have had a bar of soap crammed in our mouths and had it drug across our teeth, are you glad they did not have the liquid hand soap like they do now? Can’t imagine getting a dose of that squirted in my mouth, at least the bar soap left little chunks you could spit out. LOL

That should be SWEARING was not allowed.

My mother never permitted swearing in our house and never used it herself. Even to this day I don’t think I’ve ever heard her swear. In my own house, I don’t permit swearing and when my kids friends came over, they were informed of the “house rules”.

On the rare occasions that I do drop a four letter word, people are instantly aware that something is very, very wrong. Which is pretty much the point.

To my knowledge, my mother won’t use foul language, never a “G.D.” or “b*tch” and certianly nothing worse than that. Cursing and name calling were strictly not allowed, so much that now as an adult I hesitated to use the word “Bastard” in apropriate context and she informed me she was an adult and knew what the word was supposed to mean, after all.
My older brother was a notorious potty mouth and my mom employed everything she could think of to stop him. She tried making name calling cost the offender a quarter for each bad name so he tried to pay her in advance so he could go call me names. Also, as he didn’t mind the taste of bar soap it didn’t work effectively as a deterrent, so my mom tried Liquid Hand Soap (See JRG, it did happen). It wouldnt was out and his mouth foamed and bubbled for hours, she laughs now but felt horrible at the time.

My mother rarely, if ever cursed, while my father was legendary in his tendency to string together a seamless delivery of epithets while watching sports on TV. Now that I’m an adult, I’ve heard my mom drop some curse words from time to time. I curse like mad in my head and I’m scared it’s going to pop out one day at work – and I’m a teacher!- so I’ve started wearing a rubber band on my wrist and when I curse silently, I snap the rubber band. I’ll either stop cursing or have a nasty scar by the end of the year.

My mother and father made it a point not to swear in front of me or my two younger brothers, though there were occasional, extremely colorful outbursts during times of stress. I distinctly remember being in a car with her and my brother … I was probably 12 and he was 8 and a car almost hit us. She lets out with, “F–k a duck!!” It was the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. It’s her go-to swear word and it is hilarious.

My mom never really swore, instead she’d “half swear”: my oldest brother was a hooligan and she would say things like “stop being such a jack!” (jacka**). I always thought it was cute and ladylike that she didnt swear, but I havent been able to follow her example for my kids. Im a bit of a sailor and my efforts come out something like “jesus-mothering-POO!”