I don’t know what parent hasn’t told a lie to their children. As awful as it may sound, I think there are different categories of lies- some not so bad and others probably more so. I need to use the white lie to my kids probably on a daily basis, in some form or another. I convince myself that they are more like a motivator to get them going, or to stop them from doing something. Should they be called lies or just bending the truth a little?
After talking to a few of my friends, I have compiled the following list. It is an arsenal of lies that are typically used in rotation:
- Eat your broccoli or you will grow a mustache.
- The bathroom is closed right now, you will need to wait until we get home.
- The indoor playground is only open on certain days ( I pick the days).
- Brush your teeth, you don’t want to wake up in the morning with them all rotten.
- The cd player is broken I need to get it fixed.
- We can’t have a playdate because XYZ friend is away for the weekend- I talked to their mom.
- If you don’t go to sleep, the tooth fairy won’t come visit ( Santa too, and the Easter bunny).
- If you pee in the pool the water will change color and everyone will know.
- When you kids go to bed Daddy and Mommy have a party.
- If you drink mommys ice coffee the bottom of your feet with turn black.
- I have no idea where your Hannah Montanna CD is.
- If you eat a watermelon seed a plant will grow in your belly.
- If you don’t go to sleep you won’t grow.
- No, I don’t have any cash right now.
- Yes, you would be awesome on American Idol ( fingers crossed).
- If you continue to suck your thumb you will get a canker sore.
I have to laugh because I will never forgive my mother for telling me that there wasn’t a raw egg in caesar salad. It wasn’t until my 20′s that I found out there was !!! She laughs about it, because she said I would not have tried it otherwise. My mom also let me eat calamari when I was 7 ( told me it was something else) and when found out it was squid I vomited, but I do love it now.
I have to say that none of the white lies that I was told as a kid impacted me in a negative way as an adult, and I see why we need to use them. Sometimes basic logic doesn’t work, such as green leafy vegetables are good for you, so you need add a bit of a spin to it. Or, you are in a rush and the third trip to the bathroom is not an option, so its amazingly is closed.
I don’t feel guilty about “not telling the truth”, I think its a sort or unspoken parenting tip that we all don’t discuss, yet everyone does it. Does that make me a bad mom? I tell my kids that they need to be honest and truthful, yet I don’t always follow that rule. I can only hope that they don’t end up on a therapists couch, addicted to electrolysis because they are fearful of the mustache that they think they are going to grow.