I remember as a kid being told not to tell lies, always tell the truth and yet here I am every day, telling the same white lies to my son.
As a child, I was worried sick whenever I was eating an apple that I may accidentally swallow an apple seed and unknowingly end up having an apple tree growing in my belly! On countless occasions when I was not getting my way my parents said, “if the wind changes your face will stay like that.” I grew up knowing that “Eating my crusts will make my hair curly (by the way I never wanted curly hair)” and “Rabbits eat carrots to help them see in the dark.” I’m sure that carrot eating made my ears grow and nothing else. I remember hearing a mum on the bus years ago telling her misbehaving daughter that if she were good she wouldn’t have to go to school on Saturday and we can’t forget the lie about the ice cream van playing music to let the kids know he’s sold out.
Here I am doing what so many other parents do, tell lies. Only a few hours ago I told my son that he was sat too close to the tv and to move back otherwise he’d get square eyes. The other day, when he wouldn’t eat all his tea, I said just one more spoonful which cunningly turned into five. The other day he asked to see the horses in the field, but it was getting late, so I told him they were sleeping just to get home sooner. By the time he loses his first tooth, I should be a pro at mentioning the tooth fairy without even laughing.
The biggest whopper I’ve heard a parent say to a teenager is that Santa isn’t real, come on we all know Santa exists.