How funny this question. Did my parents ever lie to me? I don’t remember any specifics but I know they must have.
My parents always had a story for every thing and every situation like say for instance, I want to go play at some ones house for an afternoon and my mom comes with a story about how some little girl got molested or killed or what ever, and here you are a young girl scared half to death but still willing to take the risk any way.
Jump forward thirty years and here I am telling my children about stories and disasters that I think may have happened, yet I’m not sure when and where or to whom for that matter.
Lie to my children? Yes, I have. Have I been lied to by my parents? I guess yes, but so what. I appreciate the Santa Clause myth and the three kings and all the other wonderful fairy tales I grew up with; these, made an other wise boring and restrictive life bearable and sometimes wonderful.
Stories are lies, or have some element of lie in them. Are we going to hold this against our parents? No. Do we want our children to hold it against us? Absolutely not!
Can we always be honest and never fib? Maybe, but personally I have failed that test a long time ago.
Would I lie as a parent still? Yes, most likely. Why? Probably because it’s the easy way out and because my life has not been that exciting or adventures as to have my children understand that I know about circumstances and repercussions.
So getting back to the initial question, I would have to say yes, and I would also have to say to my parents (just between you all and me) Thanks for the stories (lies), thanks for trying to protect my innocence, thanks for trying to make my life more exciting and thanks for the risk you took of being found out as liars.
