Navigating the journey of parenthood often involves balancing honesty with a sprinkle of creativity. I strive to foster an environment of open communication, discussing complex topics like life and death, and using the proper terminology for body parts. I encourage my kids to ask questions freely, without fear. However, there are moments when I embrace the art of deception.
For instance, my supposed omniscience. While I can’t see everything, my kids are blissfully unaware of this fact. Just the other day, I wasn’t home during breakfast, but somehow deduced that my daughter had yogurt and then foolishly placed the empty cup on her head. When I later asked her about it, she paused, looked confused, and then admitted her mischief. Remember, little ones, I see all, even if I’m not physically present!
Then there’s the classic “I don’t know where it is.” In reality, I have an uncanny ability to keep track of where everything the kids have touched is located. I might forget the term “wagon” at times or need to jot down plans to remember my schedule, but I can pinpoint the location of that Lego figure’s lost arm from weeks ago. So when they ask about that birthday guitar, I might say I don’t know, but it’s definitely tucked away in the basement.
Bedtime? It officially starts at 7 p.m.—or whenever I choose based on a highly subjective assessment of their energy levels, the number of tantrums they’ve thrown, and how much I need a breather. So yes, bedtime can easily shift to 6:45 p.m. or earlier if I feel like it.
Let’s talk about smoking. While I understand the risks, I might have embellished the consequences a tad. After a casual encounter with a man who had a laryngectomy, I decided it was easier to instill a healthy fear of smoking in my kids. I told them that if you smoke, you’ll end up with a funny voice, nasty-smelling clothes, and, ultimately, death. This led to some amusing moments where my son would confront strangers about their smoking habits. I’ve since toned down the dramatics and now remind them that bad choices don’t make bad people.
When I say “there’s no more,” I’m not lying; technically, nothing is left for them to eat. However, it’s simpler to claim we’ve run out of maple syrup than to endure a sugar-fueled debate at breakfast.
Involving my kids in cleaning and cooking has its challenges, but I always tell them they were a huge help. Their methods may not be effective, and watching them stir ingredients causes mild panic, but I hope they find joy in creating and improving over time. Maybe they’ll even earn some screen time as a reward for their efforts—nothing to do with my desire to clean in peace, of course!
And then there’s the classic “I have to go to the bathroom.” Sometimes it’s true, but more often, it’s my excuse to sneak away and check my phone undisturbed.
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In summary, while honesty is paramount in parenting, a little white lie here and there can ease the chaos and make the journey a bit more manageable. After all, parenting is about finding that delicate balance between truth and creativity.