A Little Discretion Please

My family is very candid about certain topics that
would make most people cringe. They do not sweeten or use alternate names for
sensitive subject matters, like it or not, they let you have it raw. I love
each of them dearly and although I admire their courage, I do things a bit
differently.

My father was a stickler for manners. At a young age,
he would teach me to sit up straight, close my legs, especially around the
opposite sex and eat with my mouth closed. Needless to say, manners have become
an important part of what makes me — me.

To some extent, my mother is very
similar to my father on the manners front. But, it’s a different story for the
rest of my family. Sometimes I laugh at their candor but mostly, there are
certain words that are so hard on the ears, I would prefer not to hear them
at all.

Allow me to clarify things a bit. We are not a cursing family, there are no trading of f-bombs around our dinner table. It’s the
depths they’re willing to discuss the most private situations that makes me want to dig a hole and crawl into it, especially when we have a visitor.
My grandmother has no filter, she has the tendency to blurt out anything about me that comes to
her mind. And it’s never something cute, It’s usually the most delicate moments, the ones where I would prefer to die
before sharing them with anyone else.

Do I want my family to exercise a little discretion?
You bet I do. Especially when they disclose my personal information to others. But
they are who they are, embarrassing or not, I wouldn’t change them for the
world.

Thank goodness for muzzles.