From where I stand, it seems like most parents lie to their kids, at least once in a while.
I am of the mindset that lying, whether to adults or to children, is wrong. Because I view it this way, I am uncomfortable with it and refuse to do it. My husband respects my stance, though he doesn’t always follow suit and has told our child a handful of lies. But in the past decade since I became a mom, I have managed to avoid it.
I don’t think I’m better than other parents, and I don’t think anyone else is bad for harmless untruths. I just knew going into this that I wanted to approach parenting differently in a lot of ways, and this is just one of them.
Not lying doesn’t equal to sharing every detail
This doesn’t mean I divulge every secret. Kids don’t need to know every detail about everything, even when they ask questions.
I was rather vague when she wondered why one of our relatives split up with her husband less than a year after the marriage, for example: “He did something really bad, and it hurt her a lot. She’s not able to forgive him,” I said, that was the end of the conversation.
I believe it is OK to keep some things a mystery indefinitely, to delay certain conversations or, when choosing to reveal things, to do so in an age-appropriate way (for example, where do babies come from?). But as far as not speaking any falsehoods, I have been consistent.
She asked me if Santa was real
I didn’t tell her that Santa existed, but of course, as a toddler, she started believing through other friends, family, and Christmas marketing. I thought it was lovely and let her believe. Why spoil her fun?
But when she was a little older and asked me point blank if Santa was real, I replied in a curious tone “Hmmm, what do you think?” and instead it turned a situation where she started wondering aloud and trying to reason whether it was possible. I listened in the car, nodding along in the parent drop-off line at school. I also told her that a lot of people — including kids in her class — do believe in Santa, so it wouldn’t be nice for their parents if she expressed her doubts to her peers. She agreed and went along to the classroom. Granted, I got lucky that it went in this direction. I was able to stay true to my “no direct lies” approach while not shattering a very magical childhood belief — one I remember fondly from my own youth.
And other common ones — like lying about a pet fish dying, or telling the truth when asked about a dinner ingredient, knowing there’d be resistance, or whether I remembered to do everything she asked of me — I don’t lie about those either.
These were not always easy conversations (those situations alone resulted in her first lesson about death, her stubbornness to try some foods, and me disappointing her and admitting that “no sorry, I didn’t babysit your stuffy while you were at school; I forgot this time.”).
Honesty has brought us closer together
If she questions what I think of the makeup she did on my face, I enthusiastically compliment her creativity and say how fun it was to be in her makeover chair; I don’t lie and say that the electric pink eyeshadow is the best color ever. I feel that it has built more trust between us and brought us closer. She knows that when she asks mommy something, I’m going to be straight up with her. She doesn’t seem to doubt me or second-guess what I say.
As a parent, I understand that we are wired to protect our children. But with lying, I think parents are often trying to protect themselves. We want things to be easier, understandably. We want to say the place is closed instead of just telling the truth that we are just too tired to take them today. We want to tell our kid, “Yeah, the spider is gone now, honey,” so they’ll sleep well instead of saying that I actually have no idea where it went.
But avoiding discomfort is not a strong enough reason for me to lie to my daughter. It’s not just that I believe lying is immoral; it’s also about feeling that she deserves the truth. Plus, if honesty is one of the values that I’m trying to teach her, I want to set a good example by being honest with her.
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